Breathing in Summer

summer is true

to its spirit this year

hot days

cool nights

thunder storms

most days

flowers and grasses blooming

insects thriving

and occasional rains

my heart sings

sharing with Rose's
August heART
feel free to join in

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Red Meadow Lake

the rain was falling when we arrived

clearing a patch of blue sky

after many smoke filled days

a treasure found

tiny flowers at the base of an old stump

bee-ware

love the rare finds

something about mountain mist

that inspires awe

Indian paintbrush comes in many hues

clouds part

revealing light and shadows

to our delight

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Threshold of Summer

June is our rainy month

time of storms

and beautiful skies

a time when life is giving birth

fawns

flowers
wild roses:

Indian paintbrush:

 owlets:

great gray owlet

a lovely time

on the threshold of summer

i paused to consider sharing a story with you

i use this blog as a spirit helper

to remind us that nature has the ability to uplift our spirits

as i paused i thought that intense things in nature are good for us too

they remind us of what is real

teaching us respect and awareness:

three black bears hunted in my yard recently

a mamma and her two large cubs

 i heard the bleating of a fawn....

 

it was entirely dramatic in 

motion and sound

as i could hear them growling, grunting and chomping their feast

one bear climbed up and down a cottonwood tree 

with ease

they might have caught the fawn's scent as they wandered

or the protective mothers scent

the mother deer was entirely distraught

my heart went out to her

I have been looking at humanized bears in art in a different way 

this week

but

we all eat

and something must die for this to happen

so it is simply real

bears are seriously strong and wild creatures

i most certainly witnessed this
and living in the wilds of Montana
is indeed wild 
 

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Listen

Listen

know that when you ask
then listen
you will hear
the whispers
the call of the soul
they rise from ones heart
a place with the know
some feel it in their
solar plexus, belly or heart
she can come with the wind
a flower or music of a harp
she speaks ancient truths
still in sync with now
know that when you ask
then listen
you will hear
~

For poetry with the prompt of "Inner Voice": OSI
For more macro images: Macro Monday