Such a beautiful day today, dark azure blue sky, free of buzzards riding the wind currents. Father Sky just dropped his white pastel stick and left a few white wisps of clouds on the sky canvas. The sun was bright and warm but the wind had a chill of lingering winter. The birds were singing the songs of spring coming and the wind chimes were banging out a loud boisterous symphony. The bamboo have been happily dancing in the wind as the sun’s rays filter through their slender limbs and trunks. I sat in my purple chair in my yard to let Penelope take a sun bath but the cool wind soon pushed me back to my reading chair in the lady den.

Oldest brother came for a visit early afternoon and told me he had a fat squirrel, obviously stuffed full of seeds, taking a nap on his bird feeder tray this morning. I told him I’m afraid I might have another raccoon visiting my yard. The suet holder on the bird feeder pole outside the lady den windows is missing its suet basket. Fatty Squirrel never bothers the suet. I looked all over the yard for the basket but it’s no where to be found. Guess I’ll put my animal trap, baited with marshmallows, back out again.

Been watching Exhibition Big Foot this afternoon and reading a thick book of quotes. One of the quotes made me smile, “Normal is a setting on a washing machine,” Unknown. Chief hated the word normal. Would tell me there wasn’t such a thing as “normal.” I’ve looked up several definitions of normal and I choose ordinary to replace the word normal. Nothing wrong with being ordinary, just add a little extra.

The sunset was restrained in its colors this afternoon but Mother Nature created a beauteous masterpiece with her watercolors in shades of honey gold and watermelon pink. Under a gathering of huckleberry clouds, the sun rolled down the horizon dressed in a bright ball of silver rays, Mother Nature blazed the golden horizon in a glowing pink watermelon, burning darker where the sun lingered briefly on the horizon’s edge. As the twilight came awake, a pale blush of pink lingered on the horizon till the dark of night extinguished the pale flames of color. The sun turned out the day’s light and Father Sky waked the night. The moon and stars were hung to guide the night travelers as the day ends and the night begins.

Found this beautiful prayer when I was reading Native American poetry and prayers today. I’m sharing it in paragraph form.

“Cherokee Prayer Blessing — May the warm winds of heaven blow softly upon your house. May the Great Spirit bless all who enter there. May your moccasins make happy tracks in many snows, and may the rainbow always touch your shoulder.”

The simplistic beauty of these prayer words move me and the imagery captures my imagination. We all want the winds of God’s breath to blow soft blessings on our homes and we all want to walk paths of happiness throughout our lives, our footsteps leaving happy tracks on our hearts. And we all want God’s forgiving rainbow to touch our shoulders with love when we’ve weathered the storms of life.

“Never be afraid to tread the road alone. Know which is your path and follow it wherever it may lead you; do not feel you have to follow in someone else’s footsteps.” — Eileen Caddy