the very softness of the skies held wonder and i sensed some sort of divine hesitation - a pause for thought as if the sky was not wishing to hold my attention as much as it was reaching for something far greater and more meaningful - an undefinable significance - and so when the mother bird (silhouetted against the sky ... wings flung back as she approached the home of her hungry babies) descended - i saw an angel and welcomed the new arrival as one of my own and knew that the long pause was meant to hold the sky so very still that i could feel the little breeze that crossed my face with her passage to earth
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So beautiful, Steven!
My first thought is, something bigger than the sky, oh wonderful that is. Then the small of the bird, turned angel, and the pause that results in stillness, the breeze then created by the wing perceptible. Just glorious, in the big and small ways.
hi ruth ... just one of an infinitude of little moments. steven
What's so cool, though, Steven, is that you stop and notice these moments. That's living a full-spectrum life. You do it and then you write about it so so so beautifully!! Thank you!
Yes I agree Steven - you are a brilliant observer of moments.
I am in awe of the way in which you have composed this piece. The reader can enter into the atmosphere you create as if they are there, too.
I needed something like this, this Friday. Now, my soul soars!
It's a holding your breath moment, lest you disturb the miracle of it.
reya - thanks for being on the receiving end and for being such a compelling force for the giving end. not that there are ends at all!!! i just wrote a piece about how moments suddenly expand right in front of you . . . all the time. thankyou also for having my back, and pushing me forward. steven
weaver thankyou. i love your stories . . . there's so much more to you carefully layered behind the rich and lovely tellings of daily life in the dales. i am so grateful for your telling of those tales. steven
friko - you are so sensitive to these moments yourself. it shows so clearly in your writing and your photographs. steven
aguja - thankyou for your generosity of spirit! i am writing more of these pieces as a way of saying what i know in the moment of writing compared to the more cultivated pieces that are perceived as poetry. i'm grateful for your understanding and support. steven
I tell my children that when they feel a breeze on their cheek it is me sending love messages on the wind...
Steven, this is elevating, exhilarating. Thank you for the lift.
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