When you find yourself

at an edge, where the world

is not quite one thing or

another, you can always

stop & listening to. Until you

begin to hear all of it.

The whispers of water &

sunlight & the songs of wind

& stone in every living thing.

Listen until you remember.

Nothing is just one thing,

but only the thing you see

for a moment from

where you stand.

— opening reading from Flying Edna, chosen and read by Nancy L.

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Ricefield Symphony

Standing on the ricefield overlook.  Alone

In the silence of the symphony.

Wind whooshes and whispers through the Cedars, Oaks and Bald Cypress.
It crackles through the dried grasses.

Buffets the birdsong of

    The chirpers close by and 

    The trillers across the expanse

Lifts the lyrics of the frogs and the crickets in the rushes

I am both the conductor and the audience

Thrilled by that hummingbird that silently zoomed by.

— Poem by Kelly GS (May 10, 2025)

Bird song in abundance

Rushes and moss dancing in the wind

So many shades of green adorned with purple gems

“Nothing is just one thing“

So grateful for the wonder caressing me.

— Photos and poem by Nancy L.