When white shines on black like the moon illuminating beauty, peace will prevail. All photos and words property of Peacock Prairie.
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Give it up. You can’t do it. You’re wasting your time. Those were my thoughts as I spent weeks trying to capture an acceptable photo to post on this blog. I confess, out of defeat, in my last three posts I resorted to old photos. It wasn’t that I wasn’t trying. I tried and I… Continue Reading
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Join me as I remember Prince Edward Island, Canada, where I left a piece of my heart: As the rental car drove from the airport across a dark island, the sunrise seeped a slow beacon of light into the landscape, illuminating a veritable fairyland. Mile after mile of tall pink and purple spires misted the… Continue Reading
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If you are like me, you have a bookshelf where treasured words slumber. Tucked side by side on dog-eared pages, these tidings of wisdom wait for life to slow its weary pace long enough to be noticed and cherished, once again. Now is the time for awakening! Henry David Thoreau (Walden): I sat in… Continue Reading
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Steamy mug of spicy cider. Swirling leaves a’tumbling down. Gentle breeze evokes a shiver. Summer’s casting off her crown. Soft wind spiced with harvest’s fragrance. Melon juice drips off my chin. Crickets chirping final chorus. Autumn’s fingers reaching in. Sapphire blooms along the fencerow. Zinnias tempt with pollen binge. Pumpkin splashes dot the garden. Russet… Continue Reading
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Critiques crush, yet . . . I persist. Rejections rain, yet . . . I persist. Naysayers speak, yet . . . I persist. Self-doubt hovers, yet . . . I persist. I shield this self-doubt with my mantra. As an aspiring children’s writer, I’d like to proclaim my mantra written by a famous somebody… Continue Reading
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When a great teacher passes, he leaves behind . . . golden memories . . . of love . . . in God’s glorious garden of life. When a great teacher passes, he leaves behind . . . no doubts . . . of his destination. “I will be in glory,” he assures us. When… Continue Reading
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In the waters joining Lake Michigan and Lake Huron, near the bridge connecting Michigan’s lower peninsula to the upper peninsula, lies a hump-backed island named Michilimackinac by the Native Americans. Michilimackinac, which has been shortened to Mackinac, means “place of the great turtle.” Today the island resembles a turtle not only in shape but also… Continue Reading
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When the object and the subject of my prayer become one, I can move mountains. I know this to be true, for I have experienced it firsthand. It requires an intensity of focus that is not easy to achieve and only comes with practice. Some call it meditation. But I call it prayer. Many of… Continue Reading
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If I buzzed about in blooms, I’d chat with friends in rosy rooms. I’d sip from fragrant purple buds in polka-dotted pollen duds. I’d soar among the hollyhocks and snuggle into frilly frocks. I’d make a sticky honey brew that’d flow like sunshine’s golden hue. And then I’d rest beneath a bell where perfumed dreams… Continue Reading