8 little arms

 Eight little arms🌻you're drawing me in🌻to your magic of yellow and glow. I've waited so long for you🌻weeks turned to months🌻💛when I buried your seed and had hope. How can you stand there so strong and proud?🌻while your stem is so thin - then the prize🌻A late little sunflower, drawing me in to your center of darkness, your head 🌻

See What I See

 

Andalusia

 The grounds where once cows gave their milk, stands a home and memoirs of a lady of silk. Flannery was a lady who showed how she felt, and spun a life I marvel, taking all she was dealt. I hope I can live as she did in some ways, to be more intentional and productive with days. What a treat it was to visit her home, as I crave inspiration on adventures I roam. I could feel her intention and eye for the good and even the fearful in her mind where I stood.

 

I am a Strong Tree

 

Reach

 I need to write

So I visit the beach 

To let my cares go 

And my spirits to reach 

I need to dream  

So I watch the sun set 

Reality meets hope 

In the wonder I get. 

I need to soar 

So I rock with the waves 

Till the wind takes me higher 

In the heavens I bathe 

It never disappoints 

As the years bring me here 

Always new horizons 

I hold each of them dear 

So I reach like the monuments 

Shining at Saint Joe 

And await my surprises 

Every year I still go 

So if you need a lift  

Or a promise to hold 

Join me at the sand 

We'll live a tale to be told. 

~Sharon Cecil

A Little Bird Told Me...continued

 Go out on a line- with a large group or alone...look up, down, all around

Fly in freedom, no destination required

Sing when you arise, just because.  Someone may be listening and be joyful with you      

Nature provides ~ God is the author

There's plenty of room for us all, same or very different 

Being small is relative 

Feathers are light

Food is from the ground

Nests come and go after their purpose.   💛 Life is fragile but beautiful