As this pandemic continues, I watch the birds at the feeder flying freely from place to place. It is then that I realize that I am the one in the cage.

As this pandemic continues, I watch the birds at the feeder flying freely from place to place. It is then that I realize that I am the one in the cage.
I am a sinner, regardless of my intentions, sometimes I fall. To be honest, it doesn’t take me by surprise. I sense the warnings but am too proud to reach for the handrails. I’ve got this. I don’t need help.
Then it happens, I fall.
Confidently, I ask again for forgiveness, knowing He will send his guardians to my rescue. He is always there to Catch Me When I Fall.
It isn’t always easy, but sometimes I just have to take a leap of faith.
She shivers as a cool breeze rides in on the warm dry air. Clouds gather and the scent of a distant rain is the air.
Circumstances brought an unexpected storm into her life. Everything is different now. The field where she and Sugar played no longer excites her. Play has lost its luster.
Clinging to a few remaining constants, she considers the life she knew. The homestead, her beloved Sugar, the fields where they would play. It feels different now.
As the clouds blow in she knows this is a season of change.
The nights are starting to have that feel to them that signals the coming of fall and the fading of summer. I think I will miss my summer friends as they migrate south to warmer climates. Through the winter I will look forward to their return.
Sometimes an image comes out of nowhere – not planned or deeply contemplated, it just emerges. That is exactly the case with this one. So much so I couldn’t even put a title to it. It always puzzles me when this happens and I begin searching for its origins – it usually has to do with my own emotions.
This year I have faced a series of difficulties, none of them disastrous, but each setting me back. At times it seems like I am running through darkness, maybe a tunnel or an alley. My legs are tired and it is difficult to make progress, like running through water.
I believe this image is my own artistic encouragement to myself. Though the situation may feel dark with narrow walls, and my feet may feel heavy, make the best of the situation, and play in the water.
What is it about music that soothes our soul, invokes emotion or just makes us feel good? I don’t really understand the emotion of music, but I love it. This is dedicated to those who make music and create joy in my heart.
This has been hanging around in my head so long it is starting to feel like an old friend. I finally coaxed it out of my head and on to my computer. What is it about old buildings that is so intriguing?