So hushed was the quiet this morning; I believed I heard the echo of the dew dropping. I close my eyes, hoping it would go on for a moment or three. Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.
I visited a childhood friend a few days ago, we get together now and again, trading horse stories and helpful hints. We have a great known each other since we were three years old. I met her in a sandbox, right in her back yard. I probably crawled over the stone wall that divided our properties when I saw her out there. I had been only a couple of hours that we have moved into our new house.
We decided to go for a walk, to enjoy the last of the summer's beauty. The next time we see each other, we lamented, it would be brilliantly colored or perhaps a dusting of snow. I love that she lives near a cover bridge. This is Burkholder Bridge, a covered bridge that was built in 1870 over Buffalo Creek in Somerset County, Pennsylvania. Pennsylvania is really not far at all from Washington, DC. Either that or we have become used to the back and forth.
Let's go for our #WednesdayWalk with @Tattoodjay. You can see his post [here.](I will fill this in when he posts!) It has all the rules guidelines so that you can join too! Get your shoes on! We are going now! Let's start here, in the beauty of the field, where the pond is singing the song of the fountain and Mother Nature stands waiting.
The whispered words between the space
Embrace the wings of words unsaid
Not long enough and you were gone
My heart lay watching, from afar
No haste
To say goodbye
Secret intentions to part with grace
Vanishing yet, to another place
Leaving the words behind
The beauty of the butterfly. I often think of their journey and how instinct directs them to the right spot. What if something changes along the way? Will it mess up their internal GPS? Does it? Does it? And if it doesn't, why not? Mine will throw me under the bus for less than that. I always stroke her gently and tell her kindness counts. If she is anything like Alexa, she bloody well heard me.
Do your thoughts run wild, do you think too much, if the sun comes out and brightens the day? Does it really matter, those inconsequential pieces of wrong logic running through your head? if you can close your eyes and imagine warm thoughts as you walk through life? Does it matter? Truly, does it? Oh, this is something that runs through my head, now and again, now and again.
No, I said. I just called to say I love you.💖
You can't have everything. But you can have a #WednesdayWalk!
And just like that, my walk is over! I want to thank you for coming along as I perused the likes of #WednesdayWalk, eclectic and true, brought by me to you. And just that quick, this show is over. Tag me and I will visit you too! Thank you!
Love is all around you!
So the joy may touch your soul
(¸.•´♥ (¸.•´ ♥
Life is good. Embrace it!
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post, again and again, I am encouraged by you, for the time you take to visit, comment or even upvote. For all of these reasons, I am eternally grateful. Don't ever forget what a wonderful world we live in, people. Let's hold hands around the globe and make this earth really spin. Some days, it is not as easy to see, how wonderful it really is. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
warsan shire