I see a baby bird fledging from the nest with it’s Mama on a near by branch coaching it along with her chirp and guidance. Such a big step to leave the nest for the first time, and to have your Mama to watch over you and protect you. To help show you the way of the world and how to stay safe. You feel so little and unprepared for this journey, but you follow your instincts and do as your Mama asks. Is this not what every new life deserves?
I see the setting sun over the ocean, saturating the sky with a spectrum of colors only nature can produce. It is a huge and illuminating the ocean water in it’s reflection. It is quiet except for gentle waves endlessly caressing the shoreline.
The pelicans are hovering on the pilings of old boardwalks, silhouetted against the setting sun, sharing their last meal.
I see the sunrise over a country farm with acres of wheat dancing to the tune of the wind. The gardens are lush and full of produce waiting to be picked and preserved. The air is full of bird song, greeting the new day with music and life anew. The cows are calling for their breakfast, and the colts are frolicking in the field. Life is good.
I feel the wind in my hair as I ride bare back on a galloping stallion along the beach at daybreak. The waves return to shore with a roar, and send a spray of warmth upon this beautiful beast and I. I am laughing and holding on to it’s mane like a young infant to a woman’s chest, and I feel no fear. His heart is full of freedom, spirit, and strength. He shares this with me, we are one, this horse and I. We trust each other and draw strength and courage from each other. On a beach, with the wind and water, with the earth, the sky, and the cosmos. Life is good.
Lorenzo Abbiati
peace and thank you for friendship, this is the right place.
Jan 17, 2010
Barbara J. Baker
I see the setting sun over the ocean, saturating the sky with a spectrum of colors only nature can produce. It is a huge and illuminating the ocean water in it’s reflection. It is quiet except for gentle waves endlessly caressing the shoreline.
The pelicans are hovering on the pilings of old boardwalks, silhouetted against the setting sun, sharing their last meal.
I see the sunrise over a country farm with acres of wheat dancing to the tune of the wind. The gardens are lush and full of produce waiting to be picked and preserved. The air is full of bird song, greeting the new day with music and life anew. The cows are calling for their breakfast, and the colts are frolicking in the field. Life is good.
I feel the wind in my hair as I ride bare back on a galloping stallion along the beach at daybreak. The waves return to shore with a roar, and send a spray of warmth upon this beautiful beast and I. I am laughing and holding on to it’s mane like a young infant to a woman’s chest, and I feel no fear. His heart is full of freedom, spirit, and strength. He shares this with me, we are one, this horse and I. We trust each other and draw strength and courage from each other. On a beach, with the wind and water, with the earth, the sky, and the cosmos. Life is good.
Jan 28, 2010