Something woke me up far too early (before 5 am).
Perhaps it was the golden silence
Calling my name;
Or the beaver in the lake
As he swam through watery clouds.
Perhaps it was the glory
Of a new day whispering:
Do not miss a single golden moment.
For more gold, please visit: Skywatch.
Sometimes — when we lose sight of the important things in life —
It takes a child or a dog to remind us
That life isn’t to be lived in the future
But in the now.
Or in the words of Mae West, “Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.”
For more wise creatures, please visit: Camera Critters.
Last week was Oscar’s birthday
(He’s the dog)
And a gloriously frosty day.
The delicate inner ear of a rose
offered up its secret beauty.
Sunlight sparkled on the pink ears
Of a brave flower still in bloom.
We visited a thousand-year-old rune stone
Rising out of the ground like a tooth,
To remind us that these are the golden years,
The moments to seize, to bathe in,
To remember while they last.
For more golden moments, please visit: Our World.
This is one of my favourite spots for gazing at the lake and the sky and just being.
Lately, it has been a favourite spot for summer picnics and kids with a spray can.
At first, I was cross because the graffiti spoiled the perfection of the smooth stones against the blue sky.
But then, it reminded me of a saying I read somewhere.
Write your worries in the sand and your joys in stone.
For more joys, please visit: Skywatch.