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It’s possible

All fluffed out for winter.
All fluffed out for winter.

All the possibilities of your human destiny are asleep in your soul.  You are here to realize and honor these possibilities.  When love comes in to your life, unrecognized dimensions of your destiny awaken and blossom and grow.  Possibility is the secret heart of time.

~ John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

Wood Ducks
Wood Ducks

“Possibility is the secret heart of time.”  I love that.  I can’t explain why.  I just do.

Wood Ducks again.  They were here about a week ago, before Winter arrived and turned the surface of the lagoon to ice.
Wood Ducks again. They were here about a week ago, before Winter arrived and turned the surface of the lagoon to ice.

Snow is coming.  Our weather folks are saying 6-10 inches.  The weather websites are predicting 12+ inches.  Hopefully someone is right and I will finally get my snow day.  I just had a glance at the radar and from the look of things, it should be snowing now, but a look out the window shows it’s not.  Not yet.  The only thing flying out there right now are the blackbirds.  A kind of anti-snow with the fluttering, swooping, and flapping of black-feathered wings.

Another one down.
Another one down.

I walked in the woods and out to the dock this morning.  The latest round of blustery weather knocked down another tree.  As you can tell from the above image, it was another dead tree.  It’s bigger than it appears in the photos I took of it.  Without someone standing next to it, it’s hard to capture a sense of scale.


The sound of the chain saw is going to become regular background noise around here if this keeps up.  I was surprised to find that the two trees near the dock, the two I was sure would fall down if we had another round of fierce winds, are still standing.

Entrance to the boardwalk that leads to the dock.
Entrance to the boardwalk that leads to the dock.  The two trees that have lost their bark are the two I keep expecting to tumble down.

The birds are very active today.  I don’t know if that’s because they feel the snow coming or if that’s how they’re keeping warm since it is still extremely cold.

I wonder if this is what it looked like out there when all the debris was flying around?  (Edited in Pixlr.)
I wonder if this is what it looked like out there when all the debris was flying around? (Edited in Pixlr.)

I have things I think I want to write about, but every time I sit down to do so, I find there are no words for these things.  It’s a lot like taking photos of the downed trees, the ocean, or the mountains.  The camera doesn’t capture them the way I see them, the way anyone sees them.  The grandeur is missing.  Words are like that, too, when it comes to some revelations and epiphanies.  They fail.

Today's view of Back Creek from the dock.
Today’s view of Back Creek from the dock.

The possible’s slow fuse is lit by Imagination.

~ Emily Dickinson

Were you looking for your red-winged blackbirds?  They're here.  En masse.
Were you looking for your red-winged blackbirds? They’re here. En masse.

Since my own words are failing me today, I’ll take that as a hint to wrap this up.  Thank you for stopping by on this frigid Monday and meandering around the property with me.  Thousands of red-winged blackbirds have been hanging out around here.  It’s quite a sight and sound.

They must be finding something good to eat.
They must be finding something good to eat.

I’m heading down to the Point in a little while.  You’re welcome to join me.  I don’t expect to see much of a sunset, but I do want to have a look at the ice and frozen sea spray.  Hopefully the camera will work as it should and I’ll come back with some images to show you.  Dress warmly.  Lots of layers and no exposed skin.  It’s barely made it to 20°F and with the wind factored in, it is said to feel like 10°F.

The air is filled with birds.
The air is filled with birds.

Be good, be kind, be loving.  Just Be.  🙂

Today’s joys:  A turn of a phrase that brings new meaning; the magic and wonder of birds; hot beverages to keep a body warm from the inside out; a pot of chili cooking on the stove; an opening of the senses.

Landing gear engaged.
Landing gear engaged.


Robin is... too many things to list, but here is a start: an artist and writer; a photographer and saunterer; a daughter and sister and granddaughter; a friend, a partner, a wife, a mother, and a grandmother; a gardener, a great and imaginative cook, and the creator of wonderful sandwiches.

19 thoughts on “It’s possible

  1. Wow. Love that image of the red wingeds taking off. Amazing. They are my personal harbingers of spring. Hope to see some of them here soon. Love all your photos todsy. They seem so warm. We need warm here. Hope you are OK.


    1. Thank you, Dawn. 🙂 I’m doing well. I hope you are OK, too. I always thought of the red wingeds as harbingers of spring too when I lived in NE Ohio. I’m not really sure what bird represents spring to me here. I’ll have to pay attention this year and see who returns. We have so many birds wintering here that it’s hard to tell who is coming and who is going.


  2. Those red winged blackbirds are an amazing sight! I know what you mean about words. Maybe it’s because the awakenings that are revealed deep within are for each of us to come to in our own time in our own way – I don’t know if this is so, it’s just a thought I sometimes have ……..


  3. Your red winged blackbirds are amazing. That photo transcends beauty for me; it’s art. I looked at it a long time. You must have lots of seed grasses around. The place I normally see rwbb’s here is when I’m kayaking Dyke Marsh, south of Alexandria. Watching them move is something, not to mention their calls. Stay warm!


  4. Oh, my, look at those blackbirds – they are marvelous! They are on their way here – yay! The earliest I’ve heard them is March 9. Would love to hear their ‘chireee!” sooner rather than later. Their arrival is my harbinger of spring, since we now have robins year round, seeing one doesn’t count anymore. Did the blackbirds stick out the storm or have they left?
    I particularly love your first shot of the sparrow – he looks so sweet.


    1. The blackbirds are still here, Eliza. They’ve been invading the feeders. I have to go out and sit by the feeders occasionally so the other birds get a chance at them. We’re going to run out of feed before I can get to the store, but I figure the blackbirds need to eat, too. It’ll be interesting to hear about when they make it up your way. Hopefully it won’t be too long from now.

      Thank you. 🙂

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