Category Archives: Nature

Nature art and photo gallery collection relating to lifestyle themes.

Green…

What's in a Word - Green

“Green Hydrangea Buds,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Green…What’s in a word?

Grass, lettuce, warmth, love,

happy, springtime,

streaming shades of green from above.

Shamrock, mint, nature, moss

there are so many word to describe this color,

I am not at a loss!

The love of God, the earth below,

pea soup, a golf course,

blades of grass peeking through the snow!

Now it is your turn,

what else have you heard?

Go on, the color green,

can you think of a word?

What’s in this word for you? Do tell me, please.

Given the soon coming of spring and St. Patrick’s Day right around the corner, the color green was a natural pick for this month. There is a freshness about that lovely hue, there are so many shades of it; some more yellow others more blue.  Oh my, I can’t seem to stop rhyming .  What’s happening to me?  Perhaps there is magic in this color…try it for yourself and see!

Happy day!

Felecia

 

 

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Show Me Your Love

Show Me Your love

“Love Bouquet,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Show Me Your Love…and when you do, what will it look like?

When I wrote this poem, it wasn’t directed at one person, but it spoke to a host of feelings that I’ve experienced over my many years.  The intimacy of love of any kind, whether it be between lovers or the best of plutonic friends, is such an overwhelming thing.  I believe that love is an absolute necessity for every life, yet it is one emotion that can be the most difficult to master…when giving and receiving it. Continue reading

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Where There is Honesty

Where there is Honesty

“Honesty,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Where there is honesty…there is freedom…where there is freedom…we flourish.

Where There is Honesty

Where there is honesty,

there is trust.

Where there is trust,

there is freedom.

Where there is freedom,

there is fulfillment.

Where there is fulfillment,

there is wholeness.

Where there is wholeness, Continue reading

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A Christmas Memory: At Grandmother’s House

At Grandmother's House

“Grandmother’s Cookies,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

At Grandmother’s House

There are many childhood memories that I recall and revisit every year as I prepare for the holidays.  I’ve always had a sweet tooth, and thanks to my Grandmother, I have enjoyed baking throughout the years.  So, it is no surprise that one of my favorite holiday memories, is going to my Grandmother’s house to bake her Italian Christmas Cookies.

As I’ve mentioned in past writings, it was always a special treat for me when my parents, sisters, and I would load into the car and drive the half hour or so distance to my Grandmother’s house.  Visiting Grandmother was special any time of the year, but especially during the holiday season.  Grandmother would have been up hours before we’d arrived.  She’d likely have had a few cups of her Red Rose tea, and the mixer, cookie sheets, rolling pin, bowls and other baking paraphernalia set out and ready to use. Continue reading

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Reflections

Reflections

“Vibrant Life,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Reflections…turning back, looking ahead, where do we go from here?

Life

Life is full of surprises,

life is mundane,

life is fresh

and sometimes so plain.

But whatever life holds for you,

it is your own…live it to the fullest.

Never waste a single moment, for life is a gift.

Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Being the day after Thanksgiving, I can’t help but reflect upon what my life has been up until now.  At the same time, my eyes are wide open, full of anticipation of what awaits my life in the future.  What is past is safely locked away in my memory, but the door to tomorrow is wide open.  I think of the reflections of nature that hover over the ripples of a pool of water, when  a drop of rain splashes life into it.

I feel kind of like that right now.  Still, quiet, not wanting to move, just embracing the solitude of the moment.  Yet, there is something inside of me that is ready to burst forth, ready to stir my being into motion.  Standing before a mirror, my own reflection staring back at me.  Looking beyond myself to see what is behind me, which is actually ahead of me. An interesting perspective…peeking into both the past and the future all at once.

Reflections….turning back, looking ahead…where will you go from here?

Peace,

Felecia

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My love, my life

My Love, My Life

“Intertwined,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

My love, my life, can the two be separated?

“When I am loving, I am living…without love, I cannot live.” Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

My love, your love – we all have that in common.  We love in different ways and to differing degrees, but we all do it, we all need it,  and we all have it to give.  Yesterday, my husband and I celebrated our wedding anniversary.  We have been giving and receiving each others love for over 26 years now.  Wow, that’s a long time, especially by today’s standards.    However, giving and receiving love has no limits.  Love is timeless and that is part of what makes it such a treasure to behold.

When I think of the many years that I’ve spent loving my husband, the familiar phrase, “time flies when you’re having fun,” certainly applies for me.  Don’t get me wrong, like everything in life, there are good and bad times, in our relationship,  but the love that we share overrides the unpleasant times.  That love is like a golden thread that intertwines between us and it makes us stronger, no matter what threatens to tear us apart.

People often ask us what it is that has kept us together for all of these years.  Although we have no children, we both lead very full lives. The demands of our work, our ministries, our individual interests and social engagements can seem overwhelming and erratic at times.  There is one thing, however, that has been a constant, that golden thread that has been sewn into every area of our lives together. The one thing that, without it, our love for each other, no matter how strong, could not sustain us.  For what is it in love that gives us hope, that gives us life?

“I am the vine; you are the branches.  If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.   If anyone does not remain in me, he is like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked  up and thrown into the fire and burned.  If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be given you.   This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.” John 15: 5-8

For my husband and me, it is our faith in God.  That is the golden thread that holds us closer than anything that this world can offer.  Whether the sun is shining, and all is bright, or the shadow of the darkest night casts its bleakness over us, our golden thread of faith, wraps around us and keeps us together as one with God.  As Jesus said, “For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them.” Matthew 18:20.  Indeed, the two of us are together, but when He is with us, we are never alone.

I truly thank God for giving me my love, my life…my dear husband, Steve.

Love and peace,

Felecia

 

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The Good Old Days

The Good Old Days

“Pale Roses,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

They say “there’s no time like the present,” but I’ll never forget “the good old days!”

The Good Old Days

The good old days were times when life was simpler,

there seemed not so much to worry about.

We lived today for today, and tomorrow for tomorrow.

The good old days had a slower pace,  a soothing cadence,

no frenzied chaos, no need to be instantaneous.

The good days were times when life seemed a bit sweeter,

when “stopping to smell the roses” was not just a saying.

The good old days were times that we can never really go back and visit,

but we can hold onto our memories of them, where they will always exist.

Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

May you never forget your “good old days”…let them fill your days with the all of the things that you cherish and hold dear about them.

Peace,

Felecia

 

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Nope, not going there…

Nope, not going there...

“Glorious,” photograph by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Nope, not going there…tomorrow is for tomorrow, today is for today!

Left unto myself, I am a worrier.  I think it is because I am such a detail-oriented person by nature, that I get way too wrapped up in the tasks that need to be done and how I am going to accomplish them.  It doesn’t matter if I am planning to do something that I enjoy or if it is something that I consider to be burdensome, I still get caught up in the details!  At times, it takes me longer to plan out how I am going to execute a project  or whatever it may be, than it actually takes me to do  it. “Nope, not going there!” is what I say, when I find myself spending more time today,  planning for what needs to be done tomorrow. The details, the details; sometimes they cause my head to spin! Continue reading

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