Ponderings on my Wanderings

Friday, May 17, 2024

The Nest

Finch nest in a tree made of moss and small twigs

The Nest ~

Home near the water and in the trees

Hear the birds and taste the seas

Bring moss and twigs and flowers

We'll be weaving and twisting for hours

Search out the world for green materials

Coastal edges, Mountain ledges, and ethereals

Finally, it is done, it is finished, but only almost complete

Soon A round one, then a new one, a teeny tiny tweet

Finch Nest made of moss and small twigs hanging in Ixora

A tiny Finch nest I came across today while pruning the Ixora. Barely big enough to hold one chicken egg. I was most impressed by the Moss. It's a dry coastal climate here. That’s a special order item, mountain trip for daddy bird or Amazon delivery. There's an array of Finches in close vicinity, some smaller than the hibiscus flowers or as big as the flying cockroaches. Some dandy in tuxedos, some flower lovers in yellow, or green or red. Most with a Hawaiian name beginning with "A".

Finch Nest Hanging in Ixora

Orange and Pink Ixora

Matthew 13:32

and of all the seeds, the mustard seed is the smallest, but when it has grown it is the largest of the garden herbs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air find shelter in its Branches."

Monday, August 7, 2023

Perfect Timing

The urge to be enveloped by the ocean depths was unusually strong in the late afternoon. As if I simply had to be in the water. It was a peaceful Sunday morning and for the first time in weeks the construction noise next door was on hiatus. I'd been writing on the lanai and watching the ocean, the surging fairly consistent and not the glassy stillness I'd been jumping into as of late. And yet I couldn't shake the longing to jump in. I walked down and stood on the edge of the rock face and watched, waiting for a lull, a settling. But the timing was too close together so I choose to wait longer on the shore, a little cove of sand with a shallow pool of salt water. Wearing my swim shirt I laid on my stomach thinking about my last dream.

My right shoulder became suddenly hot and I turned over to splash cool water on it. My legs now barely under water on the sand and I noticed something sparkle, then another and another. Star shapes were moving across the sand, perfect mini north stars. I looked above me half expecting to see someone on the rocks with faceted crystals or holding a pair of thick glasses. But it was only blue sky, the sun and a few puffy clouds. The sun was doing this but what was it shining through? Then I noticed a tiny piece of sea foam floating on the water above the star. It was shining through the tiny bubbles. Just then, a larger wave came rolling over the rocks, filling the tiny beach with agitated sea water. When the sand settled, even more stars covered the sand, slowly moving across my legs and feet. As I looked closer, each star enclosed a rainbow and each one unique in size. "Perfect timing" I thought.

And all the specific timing of things that had to happen in that moment to create this beautifully unique experience for me. A bright sunny day, the placement of the sun in the sky, the timing of the tide, the agitation of the wave, the angle of the light...me turning to cool my hot shoulder. Earlier there was no water in this area, the tide was lower. Minutes later the stars were gone, the sun had moved. Rainbows remind me of promises awaiting fulfillment. Dreams and heart desires. There were so many today, so many coming to reassure me, projecting on my physical body and dancing all around me. "You're only waiting on the timing, when it all falls into alignment...be still and notice the awe."

Psalm 65:7-8

Who stills the roaring of the seas, The roaring of their waves, and the tumult of the peoples, So they who dwell at the ends of the earth stand in awe of Your signs

You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.

Genesis 22:17 Indeed I will greatly bless you, and I will greatly multiply your descendants like the stars of the heavens and like the sand on the seashore...

Wednesday, March 15, 2023

This Beautiful Storm

Storms bring about the most beautiful skies and seas. The highs and the lows.

The sea glass waters fold over into pure white as they pummel the coastline. The sun and moon pull them, the invisible wind pushes them. And in the stillness they are still.

The vigorous shaking of the sea and all that floats within it creates it's own sudsy edge.

The pink clouds unveiled amongst the darkest with small strokes of hope.

The sky watches the humpback whales below and mimics their breaching.

The ocean water isn't blue and yet blue is what our eyes see. Or rather all the colors we don't see. When the sun shines down all the colors of the rainbow unto the ocean, all the colors are absorbed except blue and green, giving our eyes turquoise. The depth of the ocean as well as what the foundation is gives us the shade of blue green. Isn't that marvelous!