Be it the chirpy little sparrow or the fearsome condor, birds are always fascinating.

Listening to the song of birds, along with the flowing water, can bring happiness and peace to the mind.

Getting up early, watching the dawn, seeing the wondrous sights brought forth in the early light and listening to the sounds of nature awakening is a marvelous experience and for me it speaks of God. Read more…

Singing birds play their songs aloud for many purposes.

A haiku on just being.

Time can fly so fast as we get older, we learn so soon not to tarry in life. Perhaps that is why we might envy the time of youth and wonder why it is wasted on the young. Not to begrudge them of it, but I think because time slips by so quickly as we get older, that we want to squeeze so much in that we want that youthful energy in order to accomplish all that we want to do.

Dawn and dusk, the quiet times of day when we can put all our troubles, worries, chores aside for a few minutes and just be still. I love an early morning stroll, listening to the earth waking, watching the arrival of a new day and witnessing the presence of God in our midst…

A Poem about the bird song and a question as to what the bird is trying to say.

A short story about my part in a blackbirds escape from the jaws of Tiddles.

In my story Dancer, there is a prophecy. This is it.