Anything is Possible!

With Love, Hope, and Perseverance


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Sunset Skies

I’ll be cutting back on my blogging over the next couple of weeks to give more time to family,  household projects, and writing. But I still plan to drop in for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Good News Tuesday.

Here are some photos I took this month at the inlet.

Happy Summer!
clouds in pnk over dunes

Yeah, I might have enhanced this color just a little.

dune shadows

I always wanted long legs. Ta da!

Dave and osprey in clouds

I believe that’s an osprey up in the clouds.

bird incoming

A Black Skimmer Coming back to the Sanctuary

pink clouds and line of sea oats

Sea Oats Waving in the Breeze

sea oats on sand dune at dusk

Yes, I really like sea oats.

pink clouds and matching wave lines

I like how the lines in the water and sky compliment each other.

pink dancing tornado cloud

This cloud reminds me of a tornado. But it’s not.

sunset PINK with yellow

I did not enhance these last two.  This is how the sky looked!

sunset scarlet with bird

You never know what God’s going to paint in the sky to say, “I love you.”

 


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Signs From the Other Side

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Since my dad passed away, I’ve seen signs of his light.

The morning after I got the call, this is what I saw in the Tennessee sky

from the passenger side of the car where I rode.

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Dad saying, “Hello. It’s me. I’m okay.”

The morning of Dad’s funeral, I saw this rainbow reflected from an old bottle in my kitchen window. I had never seen this rainbow before.

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As we drove home from the funeral/celebration dinner, I saw this sign in the sky. Dad always liked red.

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Sunday morning morning, a sweet lady, Dad’s contemporary, gave me this card with the poem above about signs.

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I imagine these signs were easy feats for the man who taught me, “Nothing is Impossible.”

The timing is interesting, though not surprising – my dad died just a few weeks after I retired from my 30 year career, so now I have more time and energy to grieve, to sort through his stuff, and to see the signs.

I’m curious. Have you ever noticed signs?

PS: Jo’s comment below and repost: https://hellsbellsandcreativetails.wordpress.com/2017/02/03/the-odd-egg-a-repost/ reminded me of the water mark heart that appeared on my mom’s bedroom ceiling some time after she died. They slept in separate rooms, but only because Dad snored so loud. I used to think one was a heart and one was an apple, but maybe they are two hearts. Mom was short and Dad was tall, so these hearts could represent the two of them. Now they’re together again. And I bet he doesn’t snore in heaven, or if he does, it’s like music to her ears.

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Better Than Drugs

Stars from pixabay

The moon has yet to rise.

In the darkness,

Ocean’s horizon blends with sky.

 Her white crests rolling  into the sand,

Just a murmur tonight

Rising now and then

To remind us of her power.

When I gaze at the stars,

I get the feeling there is more.

Much more.

 I am overwhelmed by the distance.

My senses try to adjust

To something foreign

Yet, intimate.

The vastness of ocean

pales compared to the sky dome.

The Universe whispers,

“This is not a sky dome.”

I reach up to touch the Milky Way.

My finger floats above my head

Feeling lost at first.

But there is energy in the air

Where the ocean meets the sky.

I can’t touch it like I touch your face.

But I can feel it’s energy. His energy. Her energy.

Not just in my finger,

In my whole body

and more

Expanding all around me.

Reaching back to me.

Shouting to me from eternity,

“Yes! I’m here!”

“We are here!”

As I reach up to touch the sky.

Better than drugs.

© JoAnne Silvia, 2016. Only use with credit to the author.

(The image is from pixabay. It’s more vivid than what I saw last week from the beach. But I did see wisps of Milky Way smiling at me.)


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Paintings In the Sky

 An antelope rested in the blue canopy at winter’s edge.

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And angel signs made me dance in the sand.

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Held in God’s hand,

The dove’s light intensified.

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∞ ∞ ∞

Now, Sky Wolf chases the edge of summer.

good cloud drawing

 And God sends heart signs

cloud dark pink heart

to show us how much we are loved.

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All of these cloud photos were taken by me at various times over the past few years. I’ve been saving them, but for what? Today, I felt it was time to share them.