Wordless Wednesday: If Change Is In the Wind, Let Me Soar
In July, John took this photo of Sister Blue Heron, as she flew along the Little River, just down the hill from our Laurel Hill Cottage. Change is in the wind.
In July, John took this photo of Sister Blue Heron, as she flew along the Little River, just down the hill from our Laurel Hill Cottage. Change is in the wind.
The human world is so full of noise and strife. Take a Wordless Wednesday break to awaken your own ancient Faery heart, that longs for sweeter joys.
Can you spare three minutes today to still yourself, open your heart, and pray for peace? Accompanied by stunning landscapes and music, let us do so. Blessed be.
My owl guardian has been nearby, calling at night, and communing with me during the afternoons. Her blessings and protection are humbly accepted.
America’s Goddess is Lady Libertas, She who stands guard over our Capitol in Washington, D.C. May She guard and bless us, for we need Her wisdom like never before.
Today’s Wordless Wednesday is a flashback to May of this year, as a reminder of how mystery and majesty are always there, when we remember to look.
For over a week, we’ve been hearing a constant cacophony of hawk cries all throughout our Laurel Hill woods. John snapped this shot over our driveway.
It’s Wordless Wednesday, but not necessarily silent. Shake your booty with the Witches and celebrate Life! Thanks to THE Jessica for sharing this.
We have been treated to glimpses of this mama raccoon and occasional peeks at her babies in this tree above our tiny creek. Photo by my sweetie, John.
Outside our bedroom window, through the closed glass and screen, John took this lovely shot of the new baby in the camellia bush getting lunch.