Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #135

At first I thought these two White-Winged Doves were mad at each other. It seemed a “you go your way, I’ll go mind” kind of a thought. Then after watching them a bit, I got the distinct feeling that they were actually watching each others “6”. Find someone to watch your back, we all need that!

Watch your back on your journey, better yet have a friend to do it for you†††nada te turbe†††jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #133

We had seen this Great Blue Heron several times on our walk north of Alpine. He never allowed us to get too close. Most often he would take flight before we saw where he was perched. In checking the bird maps, Alpine is at the very northern extreme of his winter habitat. I am most assured that with the 20 degree temps and the snow & ice, he has headed on down Mexico way.

The Great Blue Heron is one impressive bird. This one’s wing span was about 40 inches. Lot of lift has to be generated by these wings.

I was looking through my photos of him from from a week ago and I found this file of him. He was pretty small on the image, but it was sharp and looked pretty nice after some cropping and noise reduction software. Sometimes you don’t know what you have, a familiar refrain of mine.

Be aware of what you find on your journey††nada te turbe†††jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #132

WHEN YOU COME TO THE FORK IN THE ROAD, TAKE IT!!!

I love Yogi Berra quotes. This one at first take, sounds like ridiculous advise. But, I heard Yogi on some television show explain the meaning behind his words.

Mr Berra lived on a street that was a circle drive. So when he was giving people directions on getting to his home he told them to turn either left or right when they came to his street, it made no difference, both ways lead to his house. “When you come to the fork in the road, take it.”

Kind of takes the mystery out of it, so when you come to a fork in the road, take it!!!

Enjoy the forks on the journey††nada te turbe††jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #130

      It was a quiet still morning in the old cemetery of Terlingua,TX near Big Bend National Park. These are mostly older graves, souls taken after a hard scrabble life in the quicksilver mines. The cemetery is still active with ceremony of recent date. I certainly felt not alone, but it was good feelings  of love, hard work, men , women and children that had lived, worked, celebrated, loved and died.

What at first seems neglected and eroded is actually made new with recent visits. Most everybody has a small shrine: candles, flowers, rosaries, mementoes , and small treasures from a recent visit. Gone, but not forgotten.

One that fell into my heart was a shrine consisting of three freshly painted pieces of local flagstone. Two of the rocks had been vaguely shaped by nature into heart shapes. All three stones were painted with words in flourescent paint. Color that you knew the desert would take long before the feeling in these words. “Ellis: brother, son, loved one, Friend, Beauty Love & Strength  11-11-11”  

Along with the rocks were a dime & one penny, symbols of a date most of us thought momentous. Weddings and births were planned, the six number ones were fun to write. I don’t think anyone looked forward to a death. I thought of all the tears that had fallen on this ground and felt I had invaded a sacred place. I shouldered my camera left a prayer with the rocks and went to have some coffee.

Wordsworth expressed it much better:

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Intimations of Immortality

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.    William Wordsworth


Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #129

HOLDING ON LOOSELY.

I have just finished reading Pablo Giacoplelli’s new book of the same title. It is a great read that takes you on a journey of how we try to control and manipulate life.

This photo of a male Lesser Gold Finch illustrated to me how In the process of controlling our journey we end up following our “old selves” and we put ourselves in a position of being at the end of our branch and holding on tightly for dear life.

When we put Him in our heart and then follow our hearts, He will allow us to be Holding On Loosely even when we wander off course.

I do not know Pablo personally, but I know his heart. We correspond with each other as brothers on Gary Barkalow’s Noble Heart Site. (www.thenobleheart.com). It is a new event to be reading a book on my Kindle and get a notice “I’ve got mail” and it is from Pablo commenting on one of my photos. This is not an experience I’ve had before.

This book gives you such a feeling of freedom to be able to be  Holding on Loosely and not trying to control what you have no control over.

You can find links to Pablo on the sidebar of the page. Read the book!

Loosen the grip on your journey….nada te turbe†††jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #128

One more from our trip “down south” to Big Bend National Park. We were on the eastern side of the park, awaiting a lunar eclipse that was to happen on the evening of Dec 10. It didn’t take us long to figure out there was way too much cloud cover to expose the moonrise. So we turned west and headed back to Terlingua and our great room at Bill Ivey’s new hotel digs (http://bigbendholidayhotel.com/). At over 800,000 acres Big Bend is a vast park and with a 45mph speed limit we had a good hour long drive to our room. As we headed west, God poured out the paint making up for us missing the eclipse.  I accepted the gift and never gave the hoped for red-moon a second thought. Take what you are given.

Angel wings gently flutter

As they pass over the desert floor

Using the sky as their canvas

And Heaven as their door

Streaks of pink and hues of purple

Color the desert the skies

As Angel wings quiver quickly

Dripping paint before it dries

Shades of gold mixed with blue

A tiny hint of green

Angel wings work furiously

To stroke this lovely scene
I sit and watch their busy work

As the sun is almost down

A sunset over the desert floor
Connecting heaven to the ground                       © 2005 Sherry L Gibson All rights reserved   

Accept the gifts on your journey…nada te turbe†††jim