Quote de Jour
"Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all boundaries."
                                                                  ~LMW


 I live in a bedroom community, north of New York City, in Westchester County. It's pretty and leafy, with rolling hills and space to breathe, but most residents barely have time to breathe. Most commute into the city, they drive like maniacs, their lives and their kid's lives over-scheduled. Is it any wonder why they're so stressed.
For seven years, I've lived here amongst these crazy busy people, but in a separate, different world. I don't honk my horn when the traffic light turn amber. I leave spaces in time to experience the unexpected. That's when magic can happen. 

A few weeks ago, I drove towards the Hudson River after an appointment. I had a little time and wanted to spent it near water.  
It's peaceful there and few people go there off season. There is a resident flock of Canada Geese to keep me company, and that suits me fine. It's only when we slow down, we become more aware. We notice what we missed before. There are messages to receive, guidance, wisdom, if we only take the time to notice. Animals, especially birds are the most frequent messengers for me. Just as I was about to leave, I looked at a tree branch at eye level. Not six feet away, a bird with puffed up feathers against the cold, sat and looked at me. She didn't budge. I haven't had much luck photographing birds but this one apparently wanted to pose for me. She turned one way and then another. She kept her gaze on me, as I clicked away, I felt we were engaging in a sacred dance. After a few minutes, she'd had enough, turned and showed me her bird butt and flew off. I received her message loud and clear. I'm being a little irreverent with this photo collage but our theme this week is about duality. There was another powerful message which I won't share, at least not yet... I will say this: a little bird told me it was time to spread my wings again.