Looking Out My Kitchen Window

Cover Me

Cold, white snow
cover me,
in a blanket of purity
with flakes of truth
that are unique,
cover me
so that I may rest
untroubled beneath your softness
dormant, safe, undisturbed.

I know spring will come
and I will 
burst into life again
but for now
cover me.

©Sharron R. McMillan

Beach Closed For The Winter

A Light Dusting Of Snow

A light dusting of snow
that the wind blew away
making its wish
for a snow free day. 

©Sharron R. McMillan

Our Road

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I 
took the one less travelled by, 
and that has made all the difference. 
~Robert Frost

Beauty

The ideals which have always shown before me and filled me with the joy of living are goodness, beauty and truth

~Albert Einstein

Like Mushrooms

Like mushrooms in the moss,
houses appear overnight
where once deer and birds
shared solitude with trees.

Like ant's single-minded march
to unknown destinations
we lug all we own 
from home to home
telling ourselves 
this will be the last move.

Until forests become ant hills,
woodland paths become highways,
trees become extinct 
and bird song is only heard
through ear phones.

We find ourselves searching
for the quiet, peaceful place
that once was home.

©Sharron R. McMillan

The Enchanted Wood

Walking through the enchanted wood,
where nothing happens
but anything could. 

©Sharron R. McMillan

Messenger From the Gods

Sharp Shinned Hawk is often seen as a messenger from the gods. It is also a symbol of strength, courage, and speed. In addition, the hawks’ sharp talons were seen as a sign of protection, and their sleek feathers were associated with grace and beauty.
We saw this hawk as we walked back down our road after walking out for the mail yesterday. A lovely omen methinks.

More Mushrooms Popping Up In The Woods

Barn Door Half Done

Bottom half of the goat barn door is made. Now eldest daughter has COVID so building has screeched to a stop. Hope she’s back on the ladder again soon.

Chrysanthemum Survivor

This is behind a wire fence so the deer can’t get at it. It’s still lovely even though it’s getting colder out.

Audience

Watching the goat barn being built.

The Lost Art of Anticipation

Tweet, twitter, Instagram,
call, text, web cam - 
get it done, see it now,
never wait, don't know how.  

Envision, 
dream 
what you desire,
tiny sparks that
light a fire.

The joy of wanting
seems most daunting-

Believe. 
Wait.
Anticipate. 

©Sharron R. McMillan 

Finding Our Centre

We cannot change the world by a new plan, project, or idea.
We cannot even change other people by our convictions, stories, advice and proposals, but we can offer a space where people are encouraged to disarm themselves,
lay aside their occupations and preoccupations and listen with attention and care
to the voices speaking in their own centre.

~Henri Nouwen