She dropped worry
like a coal on fire
with the realization
that her observation
might not truly be
an actuality
might not truly be
in sync
& reality
it might actually be
based on old
beliefs
or even fantasy
why not simply be
with
love
with the realization
that her observation
might not truly be
an actuality
might not truly be
in sync
& reality
it might actually be
based on old
beliefs
or even fantasy
why not simply be
with
love
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Fabulous....I really love this.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely perfect!
ReplyDeleteI like the way it ends..
ReplyDeletechanging orbits
Does the deer like the wet? Are they protected?
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Ann :)
Very fabulous!<3 I love the pictures and the poem:))
ReplyDeleteTLee: I like that coal on fire, my Thoreauvian amiga.
ReplyDeleteI'm curious if there were a different TLee before the anointing of the cabin in the woods. One day, we should have that conversation.
Beautiful shots!! Don't you just LOVE it when the animal you're taking a photo of looks right at you! I feel so connected at that moment...I do LOVE it:)
ReplyDeleteLove the message of this lovely poem. And the photos, as usual, are stunning :)
ReplyDeleteThat first line really grabs me. It's a searing visual. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos! i love seeing all the dear and fresh flowers this time of year!
ReplyDeleteAnn,
ReplyDeleteI sense the deer was eating grass along the water. This deer is protected, as it was in Glacier National Park. Other deer are protected much of the year until hunting season. We have lots of deer, I see them every day.
Murat11,
We can have that conversation. The simple response would be yes and no. I don't change much and I change a lot.
Sharon,
Yes I also enjoy when an animal looks at me. I wish I did not make them 'worry', ha.
Genie Sea,
Thanks for taking the message in.
Great thanks to all of you for your visit and comments!
Tammie
'dropped worry like a coal on fire.' brilliant. my mouth went dry with envy that I didn't think of it. ;)
ReplyDelete...lovely poem. Your writing is very sensitive (beautiful photos too).
ReplyDeleteOh, Tammie, what a lovely photo, what beautiful words. As Clytie says--Absolutely perfect!
ReplyDeletenice thought, your photos illustrate your words beautifully!
ReplyDeleteI loved the reminder that love is stronger than worry!
ReplyDeleteI love this! You put the worry-wart of the world on the front cover—the deer, who puts mouth to grass but can’t even eat because every time it tries it hears or senses something so many times it has to run off into the woods—you pair it with these freeing verses! Brilliant : )
ReplyDeleteTruly an all important realization. Everything is beautiful without judgement based on past experiences.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from Agua Dulce, 455 miles into the Pacific Crest Trail.
Hi Tammie, this is neat. Even worry with love intensifies.
ReplyDeleteMy Mom used to worry about the strangest things concerning me.
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Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. You are blessed to live amongst such tranquility :)
ReplyDeleteSweet shot of the deer...it's so graceful looking. Don't you just love those big ears...they can hear so well with them. Your flower shot reminds me of what many of our trees looked like around here about eight weeks ago! Spring comes much earlier here. The colors are so intense and vivid. Enjoy the week...
ReplyDeletelove it! sometimes we can fabricate things in our minds to worry.
ReplyDeleteThank you for raising my spirits again, I really needed it! Beautiful shots, as usual.
ReplyDeleteThe doe looks so observant! Lovely poem to go with your photos.
ReplyDeleteThe words and the picture are so beautiful..I love the rhythm of this as you read it and it moves you along, each line to the next.
ReplyDeleteI love the deer
ReplyDeleteSteve and I saw a mamma deer and her two babies. They ran into the forest before I could snap a pic. Spring has officially arrived here. Finally!
I'll drop my worry like coal on fire..
ReplyDeletelove it
Lovely pics and poem. Light and refreshing to how I feel today. Well done.
ReplyDeleteIf this is my second comment. LOL The first one sailed off somewhere. The final three lines are eloquent and speak of wonder. Your photos are, as always, stunning `alive and breathing' (so to speak)!
ReplyDeleteOne view is reality is constant. One's perception evolves. That is, how you choose to see the world and yourself changes as you choose to discern and discard illusion.
ReplyDeleteTammie: A deer at attention, your bloom is lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. I love the music in it.
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