Look who stopped by

Posted by Anita Bondi on October 11, 2011 under Anita Bondi | 3 Comments to Read

This beauty stopped by this afternoon and stayed for quite awhile.

Usually I am aware that hawks are messengers reminding us to lift ourselves up out of our earthly mire and get a higher perspective.

I am guilty of needing that message right now!

I did a bit of research and also found this:

As the Hawk, you will develop the ability to use your words as he uses his beak and talons to rip the heads off snakes; i.e.,the enemies or disbelievers in your life. Be mindful of your words so as not to shred those who oppose you, but take the higher road and fly above them and their way of thinking. Deliver your messages with tact and patience.

And this:
The average life span of a hawk is up to 14 years. Hawks mate for life.

I swear this one was looking right at me! My message? Any thoughts?

the word cloud for Mandala Design Works’ blog

Posted by muz4now on October 3, 2011 under Anita Bondi, Marci Molina, Stan Stewart, Susan Bradford | Be the First to Comment

This is a representation of the use of words for the past few weeks on this blog.

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Poem 0166 (for Anita): dragonfly 3

Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on August 1, 2011 under Stan Stewart | Be the First to Comment

dragonflies are a lover’s best friend
they do not pursue one another with that
bashful fear we often see in humans
they go after each other with playful glee
and do not stop until they are attached
one to the other

Poem 0163 (for Anita): interdependence day

Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on July 4, 2011 under Stan Stewart | Read the First Comment

The butterfly effect.
I step out of my door early in the morning
And choose to let my foot drop to the ground
Where it will.

Today, that footfall happens to be on a small
Creature, barely visible if I had taken the time
To look there and notice it.

I will never know the form that was to be
One of nature’s beauties. Today, a worm.
Tomorrow, a colorful, flying painting:
Handiwork of God’s unmitigated love for
This creation of which I am a part.

And now, I have changed it forever.
By that one choice that I did not even count
As a choice at the time. The heaviness of
My foot is astounding compared to that
Tender, unassuming God-made wonder.

I have wrecked a tiny part of creation’s
Fabulousness. I confess and know my part.

Let today be the day that I seek my way back
To the bliss of knowing creation’s beauty.

Poem 0162 (for Anita): belief

Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on July 3, 2011 under Stan Stewart | Be the First to Comment

I saw a man standing — glassy-eyed
And upward looking — at the side of the path.
There were a few things he said that I cannot
Be at all sure what they were.
But these came through clear and bold:

“I am OK.
It is your choice to believe me or not.
I do not wish to control what you think or
What you do with what I tell you.

May divine blessings go with you whether
You bless or curse me.

My belief is that this is what I can offer you.“

~ by Stan Stewart
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