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Showing posts with label Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunday. Show all posts
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Silent Sunday
Winter light on the birches
Icicles melting fast
Pair of ducks out marching
And pine boughs sweeping snow.
Silent Sunday.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
First February Sunday
First February Sunday
And it has snowed.
The world is a white wonder,
clean and fresh and new.
Words and photos are copyright Carol Steel.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Shediac River NB
We saw Common Mergansers and Bald Eagles at the Shediac River last Sunday.
As we sat watching pairs of Common Mergansers swimming and diving on the river, we noticed an immature Bald Eagle land in a tree near the water’s edge.
As we sat watching pairs of Common Mergansers swimming and diving on the river, we noticed an immature Bald Eagle land in a tree near the water’s edge.
The immature Bald Eagle sat and watched the ducks, and watched us watching the ducks. Shortly after it landed, a mature Bald Eagle flew overhead, perhaps the parent.
The mature bird captivated us with an aerial display, swooping and diving and floating…the acrobatics on air looked effortless.
The eagles stayed for 15 minutes, then disappeared as quietly as they had arrived. The ducks kept up their activities undisturbed.
We continued watching, with nothing more exciting to view than ice melting...the last of it, we hope.
It was a peaceful Sunday afternoon at the river, breathing Spring.
Photos are mine.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Sunday Prayer
May I, may you, may we
not die unlived lives.
May none of us live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
May we choose to inhabit our days,
to allow our living to open us,
to make us less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen our hearts
until they become wings,
torches, promises.
May each of us choose to risk our significance;
to live so that which comes to us as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which comes to us as blossom,
goes on as fruit.
If you click on words in red, you will go to another website with additional information. Photo is mine.
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