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    Bluesprings blog

     

    Is the oak tree burdened by the spanish moss that adorns it?

     

    My dad used to say to us, "You are the joy of my declining years."

    (He was in his 40's when he said this!)

     

    Twenty odd years earlier, he was a young father of 4 children under 4 years of age,

    and without a job.

     

    Burdens to be sure.

     

    If you really pay attention to your life and your love,

    then you recognize that your burdens are somehow connected to your source for joy.

     

    Tipping the balance toward joy is strongly encouraged,

    and can soften the edges of difficulties,

    like the spanish moss in the trees.

     

     

     

    Blue Spring State Park, Florida

     

     

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    Dance of life

     

    The dance of life.

    The rhythm of the seasons.

    Summer winding down.

     

     

     

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    Pelicloudsky blog

     

    Every relationship that we begin will one day end.

     

    Pelicans high in the sky, only a moment shared and gone.

    Without a photograph, I might forget, until I see others like them on another day.

     

    Fading light, moon rising,

    everything constantly changing.

     

    This world is a feast for the eyes and the soul.

     

    The one constant relationship?

    With your own dear self.

    Be gentle!

     

     

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    It is fascinating how many wild critters live side by side with humans.

    Sometimes to their peril and other times, their salvation.

     

    Yesterday a happy ending story came my way from Baltimore.

    A baby raccoon was rescued from a down spout, 4 feet below the ground.

     

    After being trapped for nearly 24 hours in the elbow of a cast iron pipe,

    and over 7 hours of rescue attempts and everyone about to give up,

    the little thing finally grabbed the hook on the end of the pole

    that was being presented to him, for perhaps the last time,

    and was hoisted to safety.

     

    Rocky saved

     

    We are intrinsically connected to everything on the planet.

     

    There are those of us who will stop whatever we are doing to do right by distressed creatures,

    even if it takes all day.

    And there are those others whose very lives embody that connection on a daily basis.

     

    Hats off to all those who take the time to nurture life's pals,

    you exemplify the best in us.

     

     

     

    Lots of people helped the little raccoon – Ann first heard the cry for help and discovered where he was, then Jerry and Susan and Darryl got involved and called in others, like John from Critter Control who is holding "Rocky" and who delivered him into the hands of the Phoenix Center for the Rehabilitation of Wildlife and Kathy Woods, who will nurture him back to robust health and then introduce him back into the wild. The photo is Ann's. Thanks to all!


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    Golden blog

     

    Balancing on a surfboard with a paddle is challenging enough.

    This guy takes his dog along!

     

    It is pure joy watching them.

     

    The furry one, in his excitement, manages to walk the length of the board,

    going through his companion's legs to get to the back!

    Only once did he knock them both off balance and into the drink.

    No worries!

    A hand up and they are surfing again or cutting through the waves to get beyond the breakers.

     

    There is an amazing bond between these two.

    The furry one with no words and a heart of gold and the surfer,

    who knows how to have fun.

     

    The sun might be setting,

    but the surf's up,

    and the moment is golden.

     

     

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    Sunflower blog

     

    In the midst of nature's perfection,

    there's not much more to say-

    at least not today!

     

    Hope today is sunny in all different kinds of ways!

     

     

     

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    Borrowed sunrise pp

     

    A new day begins.

    Another chance to get it right, get it done, or maybe to just be.

    Be in the day, really in the day, today.

     

    No worrying, no planning, and definitely no panicking.

    Picnicking maybe, but no panicking.

     

    Just for today.

    And maybe tomorrow too!

     

     

    (Yesterday's Sunrise, by Paula Post, borrowed with her permission!)

     

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    Aden blog

     

    Looking after a little guy who is 13 weeks old

    and listening to him gurgle and sigh and coo and poop and fart 

    and watching him eat like there's no tomorrow,

    and stretch and grab

    and seeing the smile that melts hearts,

    there is the feeling that we really don't change all that much.

     

    Oh, he can't wink yet, but we are working on that ;>)

    And air guitar comes a little later too!

     

    So, coo coo ka choo!

     

    Lainiebaby blog

     

     

     

    Photo of LainieBaby by Patrice Goham, at the Hon Fest in Baltimore.

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    Dj blog yoga

     

    Buddha kitty.

    Everyday a retreat.

     

    Sitting meditation.

    Yoga.

    Chanting.

    Two light meals a day.

     

    There is a calm centeredness about cats.

    They spend a lot of time alone and it suits them.

     

    Petting one can be meditative and calming.

     

    They are little buddhas among us.

     

     

     

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    Sandstorm blog

     

    Determined to get into the ocean yesterday evening after work to cleanse myself of an oncoming summer cold,

    I decided to assess the blatant warnings:

     

    Blowing sand – storm eminent.

    Fish jumping – possible sharks(!)

    One surfer near me and some swimmers farther down the beach – ?

    No lightning or thunder.

     

    It was getting chilly in the wind and darker with each second.

    I took the plunge,

    and the water warmed me.

    So I swam and dove and rode a few waves and swam and dove some more.

    Then the rain started, just a few gimungus drops at first and then more and more,

    until it was a genuine downpour.

     

    How beautiful!

     

    What to do?

    Wait it out in the warm water?

    At first that seemed like a really good idea, but then the storm grew and I ran for my bag and back to the car.

     

    Cold all better now?

    Not quite, but on the mend.

     

    Garlic, lemon, honey, and apple cider vinegar –

    do your worst!

     

     

     

    Blowing sand at St. Augustine Beach.

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