Welcome to my personal blog. I enjoy tracing our family history, living by the sea, walking in the woods, nature photography, and collecting words and pictures. I am a cancer survivor and am learning to live with pelvic radiation disease. Southeastern Connecticut is my home.
~ Barbara Rodgers

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May the nourishment of the earth be yours, may the clarity of light be yours, may the fluency of the ocean be yours, may the protection of the ancestors be yours. And so may a slow wind work these words of love around you, an invisible cloak to mind your life.
~ John O’Donohue

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Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled – to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.
~ Mary Oliver

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Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its own focus.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Life is death we're lengthy at, death the hinge to life.
~ Emily Dickinson

grace

10-1-16-0685 — 10.1.16 ~ Chapel Hill, North Carolina

The Ecstasy to guess,
Were a receipted Bliss
If Grace could talk —
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #1680)

Posted on October 6, 2016March 2, 2023Author Barbara RodgersCategories Emily DickinsonTags bliss, deer, ecstasy, grace, presence, white-tailed deer

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