“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you,” C. Joy Bell C. I love this quote because it makes me think of my life when I first moved back to Roanoke without Chief. I had to learn to fly again and trust where my wings would take me.

“Jesus, it’s beautiful! Great mother of big apples it is a pretty world,” Kenneth Patchen. I feel the same way. Just as pretty a day as I knew it would be to celebrate all the mothers who gave us life. The earth is fresh and green and the sun is warm and the sky is blue and filled with fluffy white clouds. Lots of birds on the feeders and frolicking on the ground. The cardinals and purple finches and the little downy woodpecker family are perched on the feeders. I’m perched, too, in the swing eating my breakfast bagel and fruit.

I’m pondering on my youngest son’s second fantasy novel, A Warrior Rises, resting in the swing cushion near me, marveling that his dream of publishing his novels has become a reality. Stewart’s first novel is titled The Wolf Sage “Ravagers.” His novels are available at Amazon. Search under Stewart McMurray Saunders. He’s editing the sequel to A Warrior Rises now. Please consider purchasing a book, helping a struggling writer to become known. Thank you!

Late afternoon the sun was so bright I could hardly watch her as she began her journey down the horizon escorted by Father Sky. Mother Nature had brushed the horizon with her watercolors in shades of a golden honey and deepened the hues with heavy brush strokes as the sun rolled down the crest of the horizon lighting a red-orange wildfire across the landscape. “Leave me in the heart of nature — between the sunlight’s glow,” Angie Weiland-Crosby. Such a pretty thought to me. I love seeing the late afternoon’s sun light’s glow.

The sun was dressed in a formal gown of silver silk embellished with crystals and sequined Belgium lace flowers. Father Sky was handsome in his black tuxedo and silver checked bow tie. Mother Nature dimmed the horizon’s corn silk golden light and the sun turned off the day’s light with a goodnight kiss from Father Sky. The waning crescent moon gathered the twinkling stars around him as the pageant of night began.

God and his beautiful nature — Anne Frank writes it well. “The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.”

“In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.” — John Muir