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Showing posts with label Sunday. Show all posts

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

Dessert Decadence

 
 
 
 
 
Wordless Wednesday.  Photos from Sunday supper, copyright Carol Steel.

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.



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



This is from: Prayers for a Thousand Years, edited by Elizabeth Roberts and Elias Amidon.  This prayer is written by Dawna Markova, author and editor from Utah.

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.