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New beginnings promise hope

Bygones wayside lie

Start afresh, no looking back

No wond’ring how or why

 

Facing Forward, Day By Day

Not one sole day’s resolve,

But each and every day we strive

To see our goals evolve

 

Setbacks – falling short we find

His glory e’er ahead

Pressing on to win the race

Drink faith, eat steadfast bread

 

Looking back will only make

A pillar of salt from tears

Stay focused on the prize ahead

Although it taketh years

 

Death hath no vic’try, nor hath fear

When upward eyes stay trained

Upon the hopes and promises

Of life eternal gained

 

Death in summer, Christmas birth

Seems contrary to me

Yet God works it as He wills

To deepen faith, you see

 

Lost my mother mid-July

Took some time to grieve

Christmas prompts us to new life

A new year, new reprieve!

 

Loss is gain, why can’t we see?

To let go is to gain!

The paradox is paramount

To see joy come from pain

 

Happy New Year, Y’all!

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Baby sea stars like uniformity…they know when their world has succombed to a rip tide.

Sea stars in other oceans benefit from the storms in this ocean, because it assures restoration of calm. Blessings to those sea stars! 

But when the sea stars in storms perceive their mama to be going through grief and storms, the babies know to brace themselves, and act (or act out) accordingly, as though yet another disruption of semblance of normalcy has occurred. 

God help those babies, sedate them till it’s over. Help them pretend another life to protect them from harsh reality. Give them another personality to survive the atrocities.

Oh, what tangled tides we weave…!

Baby, wear those white tights! Wear white always. Cling to the innocence! 


The storm may be upon you and totally not evident (storms are like that, they gather and hover over their prey, giving a taste of sun and then rain and hail all over them in a sudden darkened downpour and vanish like it was your fault for believing all along!)

But keep cheering…keep hoping…storms pass and are cowardly, they retreat and do not maintain intensity. 

Keep the faith, sweet little sea star! Believe those strong storms can save the day! Because if they can’t, God will. God will through His will.

Rest in retired peace, dear sweet ana. God bless You, white virginal garb and all. You gave Your all!

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Evanescent… what a great word!

I had to look it up to be sure I understood its full meaning:

“After you lose a loved one, often you’re gripped with a fear of evanescence, or the rapid fading from sight or memory of that person. Evanescence comes from the Latin evanescere meaning “disappear, vanish…” The evanescence of a shooting star makes it hard to catch — it’s there one moment and gone the next. Evanescence is a word typically used to describe an event that fades from sight or memory, or sometimes the fleeting quality of worldly success.” – from vocabulary.com


Here, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, intoxicated with the illusion of worldly success, is duped by his own overexuberance, naive trust and foolishly, unrealistically high expectations of self and others.

He believes that he has half a chance at snagging half a Ritz cracker (not just any cracker!) out of a hand of a handsome man held steadily, extended for a long enough time to establish Hope and Faith.

The Golden Ritz prize, studded with diamond salt – Diamond Tears – was earnestly offered…but wasn’t really his to be offered in the first place.

Cruel fate!

So you can see how his wings dramatically arched at the last minute to brake (a poetic flash of a few seconds, as if an ethereal few days) realizing all too late that he was going too fast and would have to forfeit his Ritz dream…

…to allow the bird behind him, the bird who knew all along how to take it slow and steady, drama-free, and keep her focus on the prize. Her wings were never quite so flexible – in fact, she looked rather plain and like any bird – “soap and water,” an observer once said of her image.

Let fools go rushing in! You play with fire, you get burned.

But the plain and ordinary bird who was there all along in the wings (no pun intended) and stuck it through without wavering, would get the Ritz. Those attracted to and distracted by the dramatic, beautiful seagull who once wondered aloud of the ordinary bird, “Who would want her?” would be the same ones lining up behind her in the end.

As usual, Jonathan Livingston Seagull would be relinquished to peck at the fallen crumbs under the balcony…the poetic, creative and physically agile wings were of little practical use in the long run. They looked alluring for a flash, but all shooting stars must dissipate or crash.

Why are some birds destined to play their cards right and win the Ritz, and others are destined to constantly scrape and struggle and get only glimpses of Promised Lands? A hard road for both…

The vocabulary.com entry was only the second thing that popped up. Oh-so-fittingly, the very first thing Uncle Google suggested for this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge word…a band with the same name and message:

But even the diamond salt in bitter tears fades….thank You, God, for glimpses of hope, for tastes of buttery, lucious Ritz crackers to savor, if only for a few crumbs!

Thank You for letting us peek over the hill and into the Promised Land, and thank You for those blessed enough to get there and partake in this lifetime, and for those blessed to imagine and for those blessed to dream.

For assuring us that You don’t lie, You deliver in the end and that even if we miss the Ritz in this flight, how much more savory it will be in the next flight. Alleluia, alleluia!

The ending of Jonathan Livingston Seagull:

“To begin with ” he said heavily, “you’ve got to understand that a seagull is an unlimited idea of freedom, an image of the Great Gull, and your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip, is nothing more than your thought itself.”

No limits, Jonathan? he thought. Well, then, the time’s not distant when I’m going to appear out of thin air on your beach, and show you a thing or two about flying!”

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Security…

May a child always trust that his hometown will stand intact…that his brothers will always be there for him…that his footing is secure…and that God will never forsake him no matter what.

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Thank You, God, for the sun always rising and setting, and for everything in between. May we rest securely in the arms of Your promises.

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Swarming starlings like to congregate just inland from my beach, frequenting the harvested cotton and peanut fields. They are easily spooked by passing cars and en mass, rise like a black curtain – a Hitchcock-like shadow of birds:

The birds darken our skies every November. But today, happy spring shadows bring blossoms of new life and colorful promise, yielding fresh hope and energy!


Thank You, dear God, for bright, new life springing from darkness …for the hope You provide that carries us out of the shadows of loneliness and near-death, and rocketing us forth into a fresh cycle of light, connection, hope and renewal. 

Thank You for being on each and every walk with me – and for my bloggy buddies, too – through every season, storm, shadow and silver lining. 

God, You rock!!

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Solitude hiding in sargassum…

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Thank You, God, for the sanctuary of camouflage. When honesty is raw, when judgment is harsh, when exposure might lead to death as we know it.

Thank You that we can be ourselves with You…and with those rare few who judge not.

There is no solitude but in You.

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Two photo challenges in a row, so beautifully synonymous – why not combine them?

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Sunrise over cotton field

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Ahhhhmbience!

They both have grace, they both have ambience. Graceful ambience is what I felt when I stood poised with my device ready to capture each scene.

But moreso, I felt it through all five senses: the humidity of bath salts, the lure of flames, the rush of water, the electrification of new sunlight, the smell of cotton…

I paused in each place to capture the moment not just on camera, but in my soul. I hope you are able to inhale deeply with each of these photos and be here with me.

Thank You, God, for grace. Grace to be present in the here and now, to embrace the moment as You’ve created it. Let us savor each sunrise and sundown, every Alpha and Omega…for it all belongs to You.

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