THE HUMMINGBIRD
If I could be any bird
I’d choose to be a hummingbird Sapphire tail with gilded crest Emerald wings and ruby breast Never landing never grounded Like other birds who are bounded Always to walk or glide entwined By natures choosing for their kind They never flit or flutter round Must always walk or fly around Forever forward or on the ground Brightly feathered or dully browned They’re not cloaked in colors of jewels But held by all of nature’s rules No nectar of the sweet flower Grain, seeds, and bugs are their chowder Marta Moran Bishop copyright 2018 |
THE DANCE
We’ll dance among the stars tonight.
Weave webs of shimmering light
Across the clouds our feet will fly
Tripping the light fantastic
Singing our songs of hope and love
Our voices filling the air
Silver notes of glistening sound
Making waves of light and joy.
From star to star we’ll weave our web
Gleaming strands of golden net
Leaving behind a trail of light
For those who’ll join our dance
Copyrighted 2012 Marta Moran Bishop
Weave webs of shimmering light
Across the clouds our feet will fly
Tripping the light fantastic
Singing our songs of hope and love
Our voices filling the air
Silver notes of glistening sound
Making waves of light and joy.
From star to star we’ll weave our web
Gleaming strands of golden net
Leaving behind a trail of light
For those who’ll join our dance
Copyrighted 2012 Marta Moran Bishop
Imagine a place where animals and trees can talk. A place where people are kind to each other and take personal responsibility.
Imagine a place of joy and innocence.
Today, I saw my hawk again. I call it mine because it always seems to show up when I am driving and thinking about the future and where it will take me next.
There it is in front of me. Sometimes it fly's over my car circling or flying nearly into my window, it seems it wants to make sure I know it is there, before it fly's to the front of my car, leading me on. It is as if it is telling me, follow me and you won't get lost.
The Native American's tell us the hawk will lead us between the spirit and the earth. I believe this may be true, life is full of many mysteries. But what I do know is my life is changing, as life always does.
New possibilities are springing up and I am focusing more and more on my inner being. Trying to align myself, center myself and be ready to move toward higher, brighter goals.
I am moving forward with a new purpose and strength. Remembering, the joy of life and creation, the past lessons, and discovering new ways to look at old patterns.
Imagine a place of joy and innocence.
Today, I saw my hawk again. I call it mine because it always seems to show up when I am driving and thinking about the future and where it will take me next.
There it is in front of me. Sometimes it fly's over my car circling or flying nearly into my window, it seems it wants to make sure I know it is there, before it fly's to the front of my car, leading me on. It is as if it is telling me, follow me and you won't get lost.
The Native American's tell us the hawk will lead us between the spirit and the earth. I believe this may be true, life is full of many mysteries. But what I do know is my life is changing, as life always does.
New possibilities are springing up and I am focusing more and more on my inner being. Trying to align myself, center myself and be ready to move toward higher, brighter goals.
I am moving forward with a new purpose and strength. Remembering, the joy of life and creation, the past lessons, and discovering new ways to look at old patterns.
My furbabies.
From left to right: Connella, Dink, and Chrome our kids.
Connella, Dinky, and Chrome.
Raising Dinky: The herd.