Where Did I Go? (7 MACROS)

Senses a’spinnin’
head a’whirl
mouth a’gapin’
finger a’dancin’ …
– The Lines,  the Colors,  the BEAUTY –
the Amazement,  the Wonder,  the Absolute 
“Pinch me!  Is this a’happenin’?”
Just what Faerie Path
was I led on this time?


Photography/Poem 2014©AmyRose

(Photos taken at a local park. For the most part, I have no idea what these are. I just know they blew me away as the Master Artist once again displayed Her Incredible Talent to me.)


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Goddess of the Rain (Villanelle)



Goddess_of_Rain_artwork by_shadowgirl

Eudora, Goddess of the Rain

From throne of cloud and bird

Come and wash Earth free of pain

Though nothing you will gain

I hope compassion stirred

Eudora, Goddess of the Rain

With heart of love and not disdain

My plaintive pleas you’ve heard

Come and wash Earth free of pain

I sing to you this sad refrain

With tears, my vision’s blurred

Eudora, Goddess of the Rain

Man, with blood, the Earth did stain

Where hate and violence most occurred

Come and wash Earth free of pain

In kindness we will retrain

I give to you my word

Eudora, Goddess of the Rain

Come and wash Earth free of pain

~Melanie Blackwell

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The Call of Nature

appreciating natureLately, I’ve been hearing the call of nature. Fortunately, I decided to listen.


I’ve missed my dear friend. During the winter, when nature is in hibernation, I find it harder to make the connection. I still feed the birds, take walks and look at the sleeping trees, but it is harder to sense the aliveness that lies dormant, ready to return in the miracle of spring.

Mount Rainier

I continue to find both big and little joys in nature. My love for nature started as a child, playing in the yard, finding birds, butterflies, insects and other critters in attendance. I let this connection go fallow for much of my teens and twenties.

And then reconnected during my grand adventures traveling around the country in my VW Westfalia van. During this time, my passion for nature truly blossomed. I was so inspired and in awe of the beauty that I found in our National Parks, that I began photographing in hopes of sharing the beauty and joy.

This passion led to a joy for photographing nature which has been rekindled on my blog. Though now days, I am more focused on communicating beauty and joy with words. Writing seems to be a harder medium for me to translate my joy than photography. But sometimes, I re-create or even create new beauty with my words. Then I feel a deep satisfaction. With photography, I see beauty, feel the awe and snap a picture in hopes of capturing the essence of what I am experiencing. Although photos are only a two dimensional representation of beauty, we could debate their ability to translate light and energy.

Sometimes when I take pictures while feeling connected, my photos seem to convey more than a simple image. I wonder if other photographers have this experience. I would love your perspective. And clearly nature is calling me to connect more deeply, whether via photos, writing, walking or simply appreciating.

Another period of great joy, was a time when I sat on my porch to watch the sunset nearly every evening. This became my time to settle, be quiet, relax my mind and body, and simply be. Feelings of deep peace and joy usually came bubbling up through me. This ritual became my solace during a time of great challenges.

Lately, tending my garden, smelling the flowers and noticing the amazing variety of flowers blooming right in my yard, is a treat for the senses. And a great source of little joys. Or the gorgeous blue jay that just landed on the chair outside my window. 🙂

Here are a couple of posts that inspire me to communicate my love for nature in words. Maybe not as eloquently as Jack London in Call of the Wild, but hopefully as pure and heart felt. Like the quote in Luanne’s post, communication is a translation. Words and pictures can make poor translations at times, but as writers we continue to attempt the conversation.

  • Patty de Lloas writes about the solace and connection to be found walking in woods.
  • Luanne Armstrong describes her farm life and how it has taught her to notice and ponder nature in a deeper way. She questions what is communication and what is intelligence.

We might be underestimating the powers, beauty and intelligence of nature.

What do you think? I’d love to hear how nature calls and touches you………Excuse me, nature is calling me with birds chatting outside my window. It’s time to answer the call of nature. See you next post!




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Day 249 In the Pursuit of Love (Look)

sunsetIf you must look for beauty outside yourself… be prepared to find it warms your heart.

smileyfaceIf your life is a tangled mess … joy is just on the other side waiting to greet you.

wildflowerlakenIf you think that life is boring and routine…seek out the diverse and the wild.

monarchgranbyIf you’re staring at your feet in shame or despair… take a moment to notice the beauty just there.

bumblebeepollenIf your job is too busy … rest a moment in nature’s embrace.

cattailRemember that each thought is a seed that will drift on the wind landing where it may … may all thoughts be seeds of love and joy and peace.

Why would we need any other kind?



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