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looking for birds

Trekking through an area of land that until very recently was unknown to me, it is only some 15 minutes from me.. Yes I’ve been driving by for years, and never knew his gem existed. Took a serious world ” happening” to get me to actually get out of my car and explore the area. Also.. to give credit where it is due, it took my dog taking off on me out of the car .. and heading down one of the trails with an urgent need to explore.

I took him back there today, but on a leash. He was not impressed. The little missy, balked at going out, so .. guess what.. she got left at home. Too bad so sad, was not going to insist. When Velcro and I came home, we were both full of the most wonderful tantalizing smells. Don’t know how they communicate, but they certainly seemed to be having a good exchange of information ..

About the birds, I saw flashes of colour here and there, and birds darting from one tree to another.. but was unable to get one to light long enough for me to grab a picture. What I can tell you is that right now the woods are filled with the chirping and singing of the many species that are taking temporary accommodation in the area as they migrate through Ontario.

Life is really an adventure, some chapters are easy reading, and others are jam packed with excitement, tension, and the unknown.. Whatever chapter you are in, you have to know.. that the next page will bring something new into your awareness, it will be forever unfolding.

There will always be a way. if you persist and be creative without giving up, you will find solutions that you had not considered before.

Perfect Liberty 2020.28

Oyashikiri

Good or Bad

Good or Bad, It is your mirror
Sincere expression invite good results, but insincere expressions can lead to unexpected trouble. (Perfect Liberty 2020.24)

Another day, another adventure. What will you discover today, whatever you do or say, make it count… Happy is the flavour of the day.

Oyashikiri

9th. Abril

There is a door set in the wall – it is closed

on each side it is flanked by a window, shut tight

the moss on the cement blocks leading to the door,

suggests that the steps have been there for awhile

how many times have the window panes been kissed by the rain

just when did the house fall silent

are there finger prints on the windows, of children looking out

If I knock, will someone come to the door

The house is so small and still, I can see right through to the back door.

just waiting for some kind of response .. I feel the house shift

it has been awhile, but it can still hear echos of its former lives

it sits silently aware that for a brief moment in time, someone came to visit

standing proud, it feels good, once more it served a purpose and was rewarded with a moment of appreciation.

Old homes, buildings, fences, cars, trucks, they are reminders that life is fragile, and fleeting, now more than any other time, is not the time to squander the joys of living, the true meaning of friendships, and genuine caring and understanding of the people, communities around us.

It is important to say “thank you” Everything that appears in front of you is all material for you to improve yourself whether its food, people or things. Learn to accept everything, whether it is something you like or not.

Perfect Liberty 2020.9

Oyashikiri

photos NickV.

April 5 – your smile

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Your smile energizes the people around you. A smile has the ability to put others at ease and give them energy. Strive to be the first to offer a smile each day to those around you.

Perfect Liberty 2020.5

We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone – we find it with another .

Thomas Merton

Oyashikiri

faces

Stoic faces, each face different,

each set of eyes

telling a different story

caught between two energies

each side tells a different story

where they meet, a lot is gathered

the degree of togetherness is

different every inch of the way

remnants of the past, etch deep scars

some smooth, others are jagged from

constant ups and downs. ragged,

chipped. and. splintered.

I like it.

someone wrote me a poem once

said I was a poem..

this might be me

if I was a poem

Not meant to make sense

There will always be a way. If you persist and be creative without giving up, you will find solutions that you had not considered before.

Perfect Liberty 2020.28.

Oyashikiri

midnight special

original mixed media – Midnight Special

Last night I was inspired to try out a new product called modeling foam, Mousse a Modeler.. by ArtMinds Rather interesting results. It is still drying. It will be interesting to see it in the morning.

Have a great start to you day.!. Q

wednesday madness

“oh” said the hatter,” does it really matter” “of course it matters” can you not hear the constant chatter?”

mushrooms and glow worms beckon the hatter -“you are a nutter, your head is filled with butter..’ “it’s Wednesday” said the hatter “come let’s gather” so saying he slid on petal and fell with a clatter,
nothing is sadder than a hatter who has fallen into the batter making noises with such loud chatter that sent everyone scurrying .. muttering ” its Wednesday make it matter, make it matter, or the hatter will be back, madder with his natter and we won’t have a moment of silence.. Make Wednesdays matter!”

What happened to Wordless Wednesday?

Be thankful to your parents and to your ancestors. You are here today because the torch of life has been continuously passed down. Always remember to be thankful

Perfect Liberty 2020.11

Oyashikiri

Wordless Wednesday

Oyashikir

moonlight

moon lit night -by Q
when the moon shines bright,
shimmering brightness
reflects against the snow
when I see the dazzling
of the moonlight
bringing to life the wonders of night
I can’t help but lift my eyes in prayer
with gratitude and love
I embrace the night
and YOU

Your willingness to learn will make you shine even brighter. As long as you are motivated to learn more, you will continue to progress in life.

Perfect Liberty 2020.16

Oyashikiri

dreaming

the night was clear
it was time to fly into “slumberland”

the enchantment of the night

the desire to be free

my spirit soars into the beyond

knowing that out in the Universe

the calm and serenity of the night

would make my world alright.

landscapes so blue… so true

the moonlight colouring the land a gentle blue

a mesmerizing hue of all that is real

when in a dreamscape I am with YOU.

Q

written by Q (aka me)

photography, Q

Location, Pacifique, SL (virtual)

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