In a quiet moment between snowfalls and wind gusts, a red-tailed hawk sat on the sycamore tree and looked in through my kitchen window. In my quiet moment, as the sink filled for dishes, I stood very still and looked out the window. I felt blessed to see such beauty looking back at me. I felt that the hawk and I shared the beauty and hush of deep winter for a few moments before he lifted, through the cedar branches, into the blue, blue skies.
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Hello dear one! I'm so happy to pop by here and read your elegant words! Yay for Sunday strolls! I'm SO ready for spring.
Pom Pom,
Thank you for visiting! I am ready for spring too, though trying not to be over anxious. It usually comes in fits and starts here, before it really comes to stay. It has been a very wintry winter here this year! So good to be in contact with you. :)
Oh Aisling, so pleased to see your entry. Have missed you. Please check in with me occasionally....
Ernestine, Will check in more often. Sorry to have been so absent. Have been trying to settle into new rhythms and routines that allow time for blogging and reading blogs. Thank you for returning my visit!
Good to find this post, Aisling,and I so needed to read it! Thanks for dropping in to see me at BTFWK.
There is something deeply nourishing about the hush of winter time, that makes us truly appreciate things like your hawk.. There is time to contemplate, not just notice xxx Leslie
So lovely.
And it's so good to "see" you back . . . welcome home, sweet friend.
Cate, Leslie, Prairie Star...
So nice to have you come by and share in my quiet moment.
So nice to see you blogging here again xx
So wonderful to see you here again!
Leslie, Thanks again!
Rapunzel, Thank you too!
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