They make me hold my breath, creatures in the grass. Hold my breath and shoot away, yes, altering life by suspending time. Their eye contact humbles me.
While walking down this rural path consumption was observed. Not even shying from my presence he continued his chomping! Fully enthralled in nature’s realm I also was becoming full.
Never know what you will see in the grass. Most times I am looking up, however this day what was seen beneath exposed even more layers of beauty.
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls. –Mother Teresa
Breaking through green, this new season has me dredging through some uncharted territory. Resentment not allowed, for “You can never receive what you have never given, Give a perfect love and you will receive a perfect love.”
Waves of healing were washing over me. Looking back over this year is mind boggling, maybe a bit revelational. Though still dusting off, a path has been made visible as remnants of truth remain.
Letting go is so painful and sometimes choice is taken from you. And even if you are facing detachment in the basest of forms know all things do work out for those who Love the Lord. Deep down only you can answer the question; Do you choose to love? Contemplating the sweetness I watch the moss flow as one with the wind and it looks like the Turkey Vulture did too. It was the first time I had seen a lone vulture, she looked quite content.
Did you know the grassy moss hanging from our Florida trees is not moss at all? Nope, it is a bromeliad, which means it is in the same taxonomic family as pineapples and succulent house plants!! Spanish moss was given its name by the French. Native Americans told the explorers the plant was called Itla-okla, which meant “tree hair.” The French were reminded of the Spanish conquistadors’ long beards, so they called it Barbe Espagnol, or “Spanish Beard.”
Love spending time in nature, observing, filming and wow to share the experience with a best friend? Yes joy intensifies!! During one trek spied a Roseate Spoonbill. Never know who will be visiting the grasslands! Always a joy sharing these eyescapes.
During one such trek my dear friend grabbed my camera and filmed me incognito. When I found the film I spewed out my java during the review. OMG, he’s only been studying ornithology for just a few outings and he did quite well with the guessing of certain species on his first trek to Viera Wetlands!! However I definitely can’t trust him alone with my equipment!
It certainly has been an interesting year. Thankful it is coming to an end, rest in knowing all is well despite exploitation. Yes one couldn’t plan any of the events which took place on this lone shoreline. And here I was, camera in hand, capturing every swallow.
Sand fleas were abundant this day. Watched this one juvenile Blue Heron consume, you could see him rolling his catch around in his beak and sense getting through that hard shell was a chore, yet down the hatch it went!! Birds digest these hard exoskeletons with their gizzard. Occasionally you may see them regurgitate this cast which is called a pellet. They purposely eat sand to help them digest this type of food.
How else could they digest TURTLES!! Yes just never know what you will see being consumed in the grass!!
Always a treat observing birds in the wild. Streaming through the grass they find insects and feast! Find a flock of Ibys and you will see the siphoning, their bright blue eyes with orange red beaks and maybe even see their pouches fill with water for future sustenance.
Love just sitting and watching, the hidden busily surviving, their aliveness makes me smile, especially when they look my way, a gift indeed.
It has been an incredible year. Despite the chaos, despite the analyzing our hearts beat strong and love directed our actions. Values were honored and our focus grounded us. Rare beauty was captured, splendor in the grass spied and love rediscovered. Isn’t this yellow headed blackbird adorable?
Thank you all my friends and family, precious nature of man and beast, thank you for letting me glimpse heaven on earth. Thank you for letting me love you.
“Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.” Message Romans 8:28