• When They Becomes We

    When white shines on black like the moon illuminating beauty, peace will prevail. All photos and words property of Peacock Prairie.

  • The Smell of the Sea

    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

  • Beloved Bookshelf

    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

  • Glory in the Meadow

    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

  • The Possibility of the Impossible

    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

  • Wild Blackberry Banter

    My first reaction to a situation tells me a lot about me. ******* If you were to unexpectedly drop by Peacock Prairie late in the morning, ideally this would be my reaction: Dog barks. I stop my writing and look up from my computer. Someone’s here. Who could it be? Pre-showered, in a mis-matched outfit,… Continue Reading

  • One Little Thing

    Throughout my day, ideas pepper my mind of ways to spread love–reach out to that one, write a note to that one, open up to that one, hug that one, pay attention to that one. Often the ideas are out of my comfort zone, so I ignore them . . . and go on my… Continue Reading

  • Rainbow Splashes

    Nature’s palette paints the morning. Rainbow colors everywhere. Feathered friends in springtime splendor, Sing a sunrise love affair. Cheerful fellow, rosy blush. Splashy orange in jelly rush. Goldfinch robed in yellow hue, Warbler cloaked in dazzling blue. Hummer green among the blooms. Purple martins, crowded rooms. Who am I amongst this beauty? Who am I amidst this flair?… Continue Reading

  • Come Walk with Me

    Down a two-trackin trail through the whispering pines to the crest of a hill where the morning sun shines. There at the top of a sycamore tree a red-breasted robin acknowledges me. His melody floats to the meadow below that shelters the promise of spring’s early show. A babble of bluebirds swoosh by in a… Continue Reading

  • Soft Sounds of Solitude

    January 10, 2016 I have never been afraid to be alone in nature. In fact, I crave the quiet corners of this world where birdsong reigns. For in those corners my spirit soars, and I feel closest to God.   Peter, peter, peter   Chick-a-dee-dee-dee   Jeer, jeer   Cheer, cheer, cheer Sometimes in the… Continue Reading