Whispered Hope 1/23/14

Flashback 2012 – Streetlights at the top of my street in the snowfall and gloaming twilight on Monday, January 23rd.

January 23, 2012 sigFlashback 2013 – Trees and sky on Wednesday, January 23, 2013.  This is my pick photo for today and stars the late afternoon (close to sunset) sky with clouds and clearer air.

January 23, 2013 sigThursday, 2014, started out foggy/smoggy.  The air quality is some of the worst in the nation during the winter where I live.  It makes people sick (and animals, too) and the polluters are rewarded with money.  It is often a topic of conversation and something I talk about since starting this project.

1:23:14 fog:smog sigOn my way home I saw an unknown duck type waterbird with what looked like a Woody Woodpecker hairdo.

1:23:14 funny duck sigI also saw lots of robins and here is one.

1:23:14 robin sigMy last photo is on the neighborhood great blue heron.

1:23:14 flying heron sigI read the news, try and help the pollinators and other animals, and also see what devastation is happening to most of the creatures that share our planet.  Some of my friends are on the front lines risking their lives trying to defend the animals and our natural world.  They do this in different ways.

I feel sad for what is being lost.  I know that my photos show the creatures and beauty around me in everyday life, where I live in the city.  I pray for and try to take shots that inspire hope and love for the nature around us.  I also hope that it will inspire people to take action before it is too late!  I also pray for my friends on the front lines because they (and we all) are in danger.



The world has need of them, those who stand upon the Bridge,
Who know the pain in the singing of a bird
And the beauty beyond a flower dying:
Who have heard the crystal harmony
Within the silence of a snow-peaked mountain–
for who but they can bring life’s meaning
To the living dead?

Oh, the world needs those standing on the Bridge,
for they know how Eternity reaches to earth
In the wind that brings music to the leaves
Of the forest: in the drops of rain that caress
The sleeping life of the desert: in the sunbeams
Of the first spring day in an alpine meadow.
Only they can blow the dust from the seeing eyes
Of those who are blind.

Yet pity them! those who stand on the Bridge.
For they, having known utter Peace,
Are moved by an ancient compassion
To reach back to those who cry out
From a world which has lost its meaning:
A world where the atom – the clay of the Sculptor —
Is torn apart, in the name of science,
For the destruction of Love

And so they stand there on the Bridge
Torn by the anguish of free will:
Yearning with unshed tears
To go back — to return
To the starlight of their beginnings
To the utter Peace
Of the unfleshed spirit.
Yet only they can whisper songs of hope
To those who struggle, helpless, towards light.

Oh, let them not desert us, those on the Bridge,
Those who have known Love in the freedom
Of the night sky and know the meaning
Of the moon’s existence beyond
Man’s fumbling footsteps into space.
For they know the Eternal Power
That encompasses life’s beginnings
And gathers up its endings,
And lays them, like Joseph’s coat,
On the never changing, always moving canvas
That stretches beyond the Universe
And is contained in the eye
Of a little frog.
~ Jane Goodall

Our hearts give thanks for the Grace in the Universe.

Namaste ~ Raven


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