TBT - Birds

It's Throwback Thursday, folks! The image below is one I took one January day in 2013. Wow! Time is flying by.

As were these birds who happened to land within my view as me and my fur babies were sitting outside enjoying a beautiful day in the desert of southern Arizona.

Don't ask me what kind they are ... I'm not a birder ... just a nature lover.

Be good to yourself and each other. Namaste'

Lingering

Just out on a walk today with Daisy and I captured this bed of leaves with my phone camera. Then I noticed one lingering sprig of green peeking through. Die hard.

Autumn is spreading her blanket of beautiful leaves, crisp air, and Canadian geese flying south for the winter ... but the geese are another blog post.

My Mom loved Autumn leaves, so these are for you, Mom.

Take good care of yourself and each other. Namaste'

White Magic

I found this beautiful bloom in the back yard and thought it was quite magical. The petals are soft and a beautiful white; almost transparent, with the center having delicate red stripes. The camera just doesn't do it justice.

I wish I knew what it was. Not a clue! It grows on a vine that just started growing in the last few weeks. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was Spring instead of Autumn.

Be good to yourself and each other. Namaste'

Something New

While roaming around outside today, I discovered this little beauty. Isn't she lovely? I've never met a flower I didn't like! Take good care of yourself and each other. Namaste'

Mom's Transition

March 26, 1923 - September 24, 2015

My Mom made her transition yesterday from this earth plane to wherever her next great adventure is. She took a huge piece of my heart with her, but my consolation is knowing that she is no longer tethered to an oxygen tank or reliant on handfuls of pills to keep her going. She hated that. 

What she loved was music, dancing, flowers, fragrant candles, firelight, starry Arizona nights, ribbon Christmas candy, doughnuts (smiling), chocolate ... just to name a few. But what she loved more than all of that was all of us! 

I'm convinced that she is already having a grand reunion with my brother and all of her loved ones that have gone before her. In fact, I spoke with her the day before she passed and she told me of a dream she had the night before. Her mother had come to her and held out her hand. Mom took Grandma's hand and they walked together. Then Mom woke up. She expressed to me how disappointed she was that she had to wake up. 

I believe Grandma had come to tell her that she was going home because she went home the following morning. She was ready. She was not afraid. She passed in her sleep. I'm grateful for that. It's the way we'd all like to go out, I think.

We will all miss you, Mom, but we are confident that we have a new Guardian Angel now. Put in a good word to the Big Guy for us, OK?

And here's a poem from me to you ...

 Hidden Mystery
By Fred Burks

In the deepest depths of you and me
In the deepest depths of we
Lies the most beautiful jewel
Shining forth eternally

Within that precious jewel
Within that priceless piece of we
Lies a time beyond all time
Lies a place beyond all space

Within that sacred source of radiance
Lies a love beyond all love
Waiting
          Waiting
                    Waiting
Ever so patiently

Waiting for you, waiting for me
Waiting patiently for all to see
The beauty that is you inside of me
The beauty that is me inside of thee

In the deepest depths of you and me
In the deepest depths of we
Lies the love and wisdom
Of all Eternity