Sometimes an ordinary evening
Can be transformed by rays
Breaking through the clouds
And a magical light
Spreading across the horizon.
I guess the same thing could be said for life.
(I’m away in England again for a wedding, so won’t be able to visit you. But thank you for visiting me!)
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I do believe
The wings of the swan
Love the light of the setting sun.
“Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.” — Mary Oliver
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A few weeks ago, the sun was shining
And the diamonds danced on the snow.
A perfect day for a walk with my furry buddy, Oscar.
This boat has been adrift
On the snowy landscape all winter.
Our neighbours placed their impressive gingerbread church
Outside for us – and the birds – to enjoy.
Walking down twisty lanes
I spied a vibrant splash of colour in someone’s garden:
An old red pump.
On the way home, we crossed the railway lines
In time to see the train disappearing
In a magical golden mist.
I felt as if I were living out a dream
In this enchanted winter wonderland.
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The pink glow of the early setting winter sun
Enticed us outside to explore
The wonders just beyond the horizon.
It was a miracle of trees that
Seemed to float in the rising mist –
A wonder of purple and gold
Painting the fog with magic.
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May your days be sprinkled with glitter
And joy –
With a dash of magic and snowflakes
For good luck.
Oscar sends you all licks and love!
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Spring is all about
Flowers waiting to unfurl
And reach their full potential.
It’s about the lone wild daffodil
Growing on the shore of the lake.
It’s about the wild weeds
That are as beautiful as flowers.
(Yes – that’s Oscar in the background.)
And – most of all – it’s about
The magical light of being.
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When the light is just right
And the shadows weave a tapestry with the sun –
If you take the time to look closely and marvel
Even the humblest sight – like a cloud of midges -
Can become a magnificent and beautiful cloud of gold dust
Reminding us that we all have hidden depths and beauty within.
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Things have been magically cold over here!
Lustrous black locks are frosted in ice after a 15-minute-walk in -25°C.
The radiant smile is warming though.
Winter jackets are sprinkled with sugary snow as little boys plunge their way through hip-deep snow.
And there, amidst the swirling cream of a snowstorm, a girl’s purple gloves
Make the most of the moment.
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Is there anything more delightful than dancing in the clouds
And weaving rainbows to wear in your hair?
And what is more magical than watching fire
Melt into glowing embers in the sky?
And there, in the softness at the end of the day,
You can find enchantment and beauty and love.
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Happy hour down at the local lake. A moment of utter joy and beauty.
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Last week, it was Valborg. There we were, entranced by the fire: faces toasty hot; backs chilly in the cold of the evening.
He was standing next to us: an old man with a face whose map showed each mountain range climbed, each river sailed upon and each new path explored. The wrinkles spoke of adventure and spirit as did his twinkling eyes.
His child-like spirit shone through, diminishing his age as gnarled hands rested on the silver-topped cane. The spellbound kids listened as he told us wild tales of how – back in the 1960s – he had stood on this same spot in a snowstorm, and with snow higher than the tops of his boots, as they lit the bonfire and sung songs about spring.
“It was a crazy year!” he declared laughing.
When I asked him if his cane was magic, he said that yes, it was. Inside the mundane exterior, he kept his magic wand. He didn’t use it every day, but took it out to spread magic around on special occasions.
I came to think of how this old man was just like his cane: an ordinary old man on the outside, with a heart of gold and wondrous tales to tell on the inside.
That is, after all, the magic and beauty of life, don’t you think?