Life is both brutal and beautiful. It is impossible to sift out the bits, and take only the ‘good’ bits.. And while some contend that you can choose happiness, I beg to differ. Life is about the entire spectrum of what life brings. Some days, you just step out in faith. Some days there is a bitterness that the warmth can not permeate, but you step out anyway. This morning, was one of those for me. And, look! Mr. was waiting with a striking bunch of Magpies, with a brilliant blue sky as their backdrop. Never before have I heard a Bald Eagle making sounds with the breaking of bones, much like you might here from a dog chowing down on a soup bone. It was an amazing experience.
Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or night or pain can reach you.
Your love was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives
Awakening beneath the dark
A further adventure of colour.
The sound of your voice
Found for us
A new music
That brightened everything.
Whatever you enfolded in your gaze
Quickened in the joy of its being;
You placed smiles like flowers
On the altar of the heart.
Your mind always sparkled
With wonder at things.
Though your days here were brief,
Your spirit was live, awake, complete.
We look towards each other no longer
From the old distance of our names;
Now you dwell inside the rhythm of breath,
As close to us as we are to ourselves.
Though we cannot see you with outward eyes,
We know our soul’s gaze is upon your face,
Smiling back at us from within everything
To which we bring our best refinement.
Let us not look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you.
You would want us to find you in presence,
Beside us when beauty brightens,
When kindness glows
And music echoes eternal tones.
When orchids brighten the earth,
Darkest winter has turned to spring;
May this dark grief flower with hope
In every heart that loves you.
May you continue to inspire us:
To enter each day with a generous heart.
To serve the call of courage and love
Until we see your beautiful face again
In that land where there is no more separation,
Where all tears will be wiped from our mind,
And where we will never lose you again.
Marvelous pics Kath. Im forwarding them on to some family members who i think will enjoy your photographic skills.
Pat
I thought it was so wonderful to see this so close-up. It was another frigid morning down there at the Bow River, but this left me spellbound and very warm and happy inside. Thanks for leaving me a comment. That’s always so fun!
Chris was so impressed at how close you were and wondered were you ever worried about him swooping at you. My aunt said she got goosebumps looking at your pics and was showing them to a friend of hers who likes birds. She also liked your writing.
Pat
I, too, have thought about proximity, particularly when I see them eating a fish or a duck. However, unless they are basically right beside/above me, I can’t get a great photograph because my camera isn’t one of those intended for a big zoom-in. I try to be very unobtrusive and non-threatening. Max doesn’t bark at Bald Eagles…he’s smart. He only barks at geese and Northern Flickers. Thank you for sharing some of my birds with your family and friends. That’s really nice, Pat.