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Warm and breezy

Moving Inwards.  (A collage.)
Moving Inwards. (A collage.)

Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know that everything in life has purpose.  There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from.

~ Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Bird bath.  (Another collage.)
Bird bath. (Another collage.)

There were three crows sitting on the bird bath in the backyard this morning.  They were all facing north.  Do you think it was a sign or an omen?

Going within.
Going within.

I’m not sure about such things.  Maybe they are, maybe they are not.  Ted Andrews, in his book Animal Speak, tells us:

Wherever crows are, there is magic.  They are symbols of creation and spiritual strength.  They remind us to look for opportunities to create and manifest the magic of life.  They are messengers calling to us about the creation and magic that is alive within our world everyday and available to us.

Change is close.
Change is close.

The number three is said to represent creativity, birth, and the mystical.  The direction North, once again according to Ted Andrews, represents “teaching, abundance, balance, sacred wisdom and knowledge, gentleness, thankfulness, drawing forth inner treasures, empathic intuition, trust, alchemy.”

Morning meeting.
Morning meeting.

All in all, I’d say that’s a lot of associations to put on three crows sitting on an empty bird bath.

Here today.
Here today.

I’ve had some interesting conversations today.  The first was about concern vs. worrying.  The definition that comes up when I Googled “concern” indicates that as a verb, concern can mean relate to or be about; to worry or make anxious.  As a noun, it can mean to worry or be anxious, or it can be a matter of importance or interest.

Listening.
Listening.

Worry, though, is to give way to anxiety or unease, or be a state or source of anxiety.

Floral.
Floral.

Concern seems much more reasonable to me than worry, less dramatic.

A truth.
A truth.

The other interesting conversation concerned the idea of truth and how slippery it can be.  There are so many versions of truth.  Your truth, my truth, his truth, her truth, our truth, their truth, everyone’s truth.  It all depends on your perspective or perception.

One focus.
One focus.

It is sometimes difficult to decide what the truth of the matter, any matter is, was, or shall be.

Another focus (or point of view).
Another focus (or point of view).

I find that kind of exciting because it might take away the need to argue about anything.  What would be the point?  I don’t want to force my version of truth on someone else, and wouldn’t want them to force theirs on me.  I think it’s not truth that is important.  It’s understanding.

Layers.
Layers.

And maybe understanding is a meeting somewhere in the middle.

Centering.
Centering.

Thank you for stopping by today and joining me in another ramble.  Be good, be kind, be loving.  Just Be.  🙂

Expanding view.
Expanding view.

Today’s joys:  A strong breeze that keeps the heat of the day from feeling, well, so hot; Black-Eyed Susans in the meadows; Morning Glories greeting the day; a pink-orange sunrise; a good conversation and a good laugh.

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Robin is a photographer, artist, writer, wife, sometime poet, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, friend, and occasional traveler currently living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. She finished a 365 commitment to get outside every day in 2011, and has turned it into a lifelong commitment taking one or more walks each day. Robin will continue to share her walks through her words and images on Breezes at Dawn. Older posts can be found at Life in the Bogs, her previous blog. Robin and her husband are in the midst of renovating the house and property they refer to as the Wabi-Sabi Ranch, 35 acres that include marsh, a dock on a tidal creek, meadows, and woodlands. Every day brings new discoveries.

29 thoughts on “Warm and breezy

  1. Wonderful musings this morning Robin! I absolutely understand there are messages and magic all about us in the world – if only we remember to keep our eyes and ears open. One of the great pleasures of reading your posts is you so often jolt me awake and back into that space. 🙂 Thank you ! ❤ I love your photo collage of the bird spiral too – it is equally as magical!

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  2. There’s a wonderful book the title of which I now cannot recall that is all about absolute vs. relative truth…it was a great read, and convinced me 1) That I made a good decision in not being a philosophy major, and 2) That truth isn’t an actual thing.

    I like your conclusion that understanding is preferable to an agreed-upon truth.

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  3. You find magic in everything… touch… sound… taste… view… feeling…
    We have got something so beautiful and we don’t even realize it! Humans should take good care of our little-big planet Earth… I adore your pictures, and the words with them!
    Serenity :-)claudine

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  4. If you have a heart, you can’t help but become concerned about someone if you see a problem, and I see it as being the healthier of the two states to be in, if the alternative is worry. I find also that even if I accidentally lapse into a state of worry at any time, a walk in the garden helps. That’s my go-to place if ever I need to feel peace, even if it does lead to pulling out weeds, lol. Every tiny bit of fresh air helps. If nature helps you, and your photos are anything to go by, you should constantly be in a state of calmness, they’re beautiful. 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Joanne. 🙂 Nature does help me which is why I spend so much time outdoors when I can. I think that’s why summer is so difficult. The heat, the humidity, and the biting insects all make it difficult to stay out for long.

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      1. So that’s why I’m always listless during summer, I thought it was just the heat. 😉 Actually, I agree with you on that one totally, and I’ve already been making plans as I work in the garden, which I’ve been doing a lot of lately, to spend time in the garden in the early hours of the morning during summer, before the sun and the flying buggies appear.

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    1. Thank you, David! I appreciate you taking the time to track it down. I like your description (“it doesn’t fight the reader at all”). I never thought about it before, but I’ve started to read and put down quite a few books that do just that. The next time I read a book like that, I’ll think of your description. 🙂

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  5. Enjoyed your pondering, there are many mysteries and the Universe gives us many signals. We just don’t always know what they mean until much later, hindsight is always 20/20.
    Your zinnias are so beautiful, mine are always munched upon so badly that I rarely plant them anymore. Nice to enjoy yours.

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    1. Thank you, Eliza. 🙂 Some of my zinnias are rather raggedly looking. I should cut them, but I leave them to go to seed so the birds can enjoy them. I think that’s true about signals and hindsight.

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  6. There is a whole structure of definitions of the meanings of numbers of crows appearing and when they appear. I tried to lay hands on it, but think that book may have been culled. I like crows myself. They seem to be much smarter than other birds and more social. I bet they were discussing your zinnias.

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    1. Possibly, Lisa. 🙂 Or maybe the crows knew about the storms that would be moving through last night. We had two tornado warnings (no tornadoes here, but I hear there was at least one a little south of us). It was a wild night with a lot of lightning.
      Do you remember the name of the book?

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      1. It nwas actually a novel by Mary Wesley (that apparently I didn’t like very much) that began with a poem that outlined the symbolism of “corbies” up to ten or twelve. I think, unfortunately most of the time the portents aren’t very good. If I can find it elsewhere I’ll send along.

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  7. Your flowers are so gorgeous! Why is it, that like sunrises and sunsets, we never tire of enjoying their beauty? Each one slightly different… I love your day moon collage, too.

    It’s so “true” that truth rests on perception…

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    1. Thank you so much, Barbara. 🙂 It’s interesting, but I was thinking about all the flowers I’ve been photographing and wondering if people get bored seeing them again. I never get bored seeing them in person, or photographing them, but still… I wondered.

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