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Monday, December 22, 2014
Happy Holidays!
Wishing you all a very happy holiday season full of peace and many smiles.
© copyright 2014 Michelle A. Potter
Friday, September 12, 2014
Summer Delight
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Winter's Presence
So far, it has been a winter that has shown its truest form. Although I bask in the quiet and rest of winter, I am looking forward to the color and texture of spring.
© copyright 2014 Michelle A. Potter
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| Snowy Travel (Click the image to be taken to my photo gallery.) |
Friday, January 10, 2014
Happy New Year!
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| Wish Upon a Feather (Click on the image to be taken to my photo gallery.) |
May your year be full of sights
that leave you breathless and wanting for more
May you touch and feel
the softest feather or the warmest brow
and be satisfied for that one moment that all is right with the world
May you hear
the delicate rhythm of the harp as your beloved speaks
May you wallow in the aromas
of delectable food, wafting and lingering, for delight with each whiff
May you savor the taste
of every bite, every sip, as if it were a gift from heaven.
May your dreams unfold
and spread beautiful like the delicate wings of a gentle butterfly
© copyright 2014 Michelle A. Potter
Friday, December 20, 2013
All I Want for Christmas
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Paint Brushes
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
A Meditation on Life
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| Among the Trees (Click on the photo to go to the gallery.) |
Death has a way of changing things, interrupting things, creating a silent gap. At these times, I try to open myself up to the halting and find a way through the grief. Navigating a new path through a new death is not easy. There is a void. There is a missing place. There is a loss. Although this loss lasts forever, we somehow find a way to accept, to fill in the void, even though a place remains open. I once watched a bird lose its mate. A gust of wind thrust the mate violently against a tree, and it fell to the ground. The bird flew to its side and sang in a mournful tone. It remained there for quite some time until it finally accepted the loss, realized its mate was no longer there, and then flew off to live, to survive.
© copyright 2013 Michelle A. Potter
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