Dance of the reef heron…

        

                When despair for the world grows in me,

                    

  and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be —

           I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feed

   I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought or grief.

                                 

I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light

   For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

 

                                                                                                             ~~ Wendell Berry

 

 

 

                Creativity is the Blue Heron within us waiting to fly;

 

                                   through her imagination, all things become possible.”

 
                                                                  ~~  Nadia janice

 

 

 

 

              

He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

                                                                                                            Psalm 91:4″

 

 

 

              It danced

                                        before my lens…..

 

 

                  Trust freely the strength

 

                                                   of the wind…

 

 

 

 

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