Jordan Lake. Solid stands dream bridge between our waking and sleep. Lake becomes bed linen. Sky eases our breath as we slip into repose. Sleep well, each of you, sleep well.
The crisp autumn day has slid into the quiet of nightfall. There is just enough coolness in the air to cause the mourning dove to fluff its feathers into a night quilt. May we all slip under our quilts and safely find quiet dreams. Peace and grace, Doc Ellen
Jordan Lake. The moon, edging towards fullness on Monday, was caught in layered clouds. The great egret winged towards a safe roost in the trees for the night. May your sleep also find soft lit dreams in which to safely dwell for the night. Peace and Grace, Doc Ellen
Jordan Lake. As the day’s heat leaves the sky, dragonflies come to rest on a favorite perch for the night. Like this saddleback dragonfly, may you too find a safe haven for your needed rest this night. Peace and Grace, Doc Ellen.
Jordan Lake Dam, Haw River. May your thoughts this night join the softness quietly gleaming from the evening star to the tufted titmouse. Wee bird whose day of work of cracking seeds has brought him nourishment and a need for a safe roost and rest. May your sleep bring your soul nourishment and rest. Peace and Grace, Doc Ellen.
Jordan Lake: I don’t often get to see the beginning of the breeding plumage change in the common loon as usually these beautiful birds have all headed north by now. The loon’s plumage patterns are startling and, yet, its face is wistful. I watched it for a moment, thinking about changes in all of our lives. May you have a peaceful night and dream with the loon who is probably hundreds of miles north by now.
peace and grace, Doc Ellen