Category Archives: My World

My writing and art collection relating to lifetime experiences.

Abounding – What’s in a word?

Abounding

Photograph courtesy of David Brown

Abounding – What’s in a Word?

To flourish, to grow,

to go far beyond.

An endless supply;

never ever wanting for more…

“Be inspired, explore, reach higher…soar!”  Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Abounding…what’s in this word for you?  If you can tell me, please do!

Abounding to me means a richness and overflowing of something.  It seems we tend to want all that is good in life…whatever that might be to you or to me.  I personally never look forward to an abundance of troubles or anything that will cause me pain.  But you know, even when that is exactly what I get, the more of the tough times I go through…the more the good times follow.  To me, that’s abounding at its best!

May your day abound with all of the things that your heart is hoping for.

Peace and love,

Felecia

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The Masks

The MasksThe Masks…they do not move, but they seem to speak; the hushed tones of their voices are bizarre.

“There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read A, B, C may read our natures.”  Sir Thomas Browne

When I was thinking of what to write about for this week’s theme on “faces,” a dream that I had a couple of years ago, which I refer to as “The Masks,” came to my mind.  To this day the dream puzzles me as it was so full of mystery that I still haven’t quite figured out its meaning.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I do not put a lot of stock in dreams…many of mine are likely conjured up from what I ate on a given evening or how a particular day went.  This particular dream, however, does still haunt my thoughts from time to time, and I wonder what it was trying to tell me…perhaps about myself.

The MasksThe Masks

An eerie feeling overcomes me

as I step inside the room.

The decor is bright and cheery enough,

but I have this dark, foreboding feeling,

and it’s filling my heart with gloom.

Straight ahead I see the bed, the table, the lamp,

the desk, along side the chair,

But then I turn and there they are!

The four harlequin masks gazing at me;

all with a unified stare.

Why are they here?  What do they want?

So theatrical they are.

They do not move, but they seem to speak;

the hushed tones of their voices are bizarre.

I turn away and leave them be.

I want no part of them, I don’t.

When I look back they’ve vanished, gone!

I should forget them…but I know that I won’t.

Although, “The Masks” have not yet revealed

what their true meaning is for me.

I’ve an idea that they each are a part of myself…

and perhaps that is the true mystery.

Poem by Felecia R. Weber 2014, OntheWingofaDove.com; photographs by Stephen C. Weber, Venezia, 2012.

Peace and love,

Felecia

 

 

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Mardi Gras’ Masquerade

mardi gras' masquerade

This is Mardi Gras, the dainty, little Papillon who. belongs to my dearest friends, Dick & Marilyn Hill.

Mardi Gras’ Masquerade,  oh my, he’s such a joy…

Mardi Gras’ Masquerade

mardi gras' masquerade

Mardi Gras, “jumping for joy!”

Mardi Gras’ masquerade,

oh my, he’s such a joy.

He’s quiet-natured, but don’t be fooled;

’cause he’s also a swift and sly boy!

Mardi gras' masquerade

Mardi Gras’ butterfly ears and beads.

A Papillon this dainty dog is,

his ears are butterfly shaped.

He’s light on his feet and so hard to catch,

sometimes though, he’s only narrowly escaped.

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“Okay, I’m ready for my picture to be taken, please!”

Mardis Gras’ masquerade,

He loves to dress up in his clothes.

You’d swear there is royalty in his blood,

for he’s so graceful from his head to his toes.

mardi gras' masquerade

“Catch me if you can!”

He loves to dart around the yard,

he’ll give his siblings a run for their money.

But when he’s nestled down for an afternoon nap,

well, Mardi Gras is just as sweet as honey!

mardi gras' masquerade

“Yawn!…nite, nite.”

Poem by Felecia R. Weber 2014, OntheWingofaDove.com; photographs courtesy of Marilyn Hill.

Mardi gras' masquerade

Can you guess who this is?

“Calling all dog lovers!”

If you have a four-legged furry friend that you’d like to have featured in a poem on my blog, email your cutest pictures and a short bio to me, Felecia at frosew04@gmail.com.

Hope to hear from you soon!

Peace and love,

Felecia

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Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek

“Abigail,” graphite pencil drawing by Felecia R. Weber, OntheWingofaDove.com

Hide and Seek…it isn’t just a child’s game; many of us play it still.  But challenges will seek us out and find us, no matter how hard we try to hide from them.

“You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.”  Psalm 32:7

This month is full of scary tales, lots of mischief and long shadows that loom their dark shapes along our paths.  It’s easy to hide away and avoid being seen, but it’s interesting to see what we find when we step out from our hiding places. Is that what we are trying to shelter ourselves from really all that bad?  Wouldn’t it be liberating not to be so concerned about those things that cause us to fret?

Hide and seek is a game I play to this day…although I do not like to admit it.  I hardly recognize it because it takes on many forms, including procrastination.  I bury myself under all sorts of tasks only to find that I’ve still got to face that big challenge or obstacle that is awaiting me in the end.  Hiding is the easy part…seeking is too…finding my way and deciding what to do with what I’ve found; now that’s the hard part!

Challenges are part of life.  They will seek out and find us no matter how hard we try to hide from them.  The important thing is that we need to be brave enough to step out and face them. When we do, they are not always as bad as they seem…especially when we refuse to face them alone.  God is always available and ready to help us to not only face, but also to accept and conquer anything that causes to hide…if we seek Him first.

When you find yourself beginning another round of hide and seek…why not let God be your hiding place.  You’ll be pleasantly surprised what you find when you seek Him.

Peace and love,

Felecia

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Jack Sparrow

Jack SparrowJack Sparrow…Your trust was so evident; I could see it in your bright eyes.  I knew that all you needed was shelter and gentle care…

“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?  Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.”  Matthew 10:29

Jack Sparrow

So tired and helpless was how you came to me,

I didn’t know why at first, for your wound I didn’t see.

You responded with gratefulness much to my surprise.

Your trust was so evident; I could side it in your bright eyes.

I knew that all you needed was shelter and gentle care…

someday soon I had hoped you’d be back flying high up in the air.

But no, God had a different plan for you, my dear little friend.

Now you are soaring high in heaven, forever free, without end.

Felecia R. Weber 2014, OntheWingofaDove.com

Jack SparrowPhotographs of “Jack Sparrow,” courtesy of Marilyn Hill.  (Marilyn found this wounded little sparrow in her yard one morning and she took him in under the shelter of her love and care.  He gave her as much joy as the help she gave to him during his brief stay with her.)

I dedicate this poem to all of those who have touched my heart deeply; no matter how briefly.

Peace and love,

Felecia

 

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A Chill in the Air

a chill in the air

Photograph courtesy of David Brown

A chill in the air…it surrounds me so, although it doesn’t cause me to tremble.  It lures me in and takes me back to old times; those this present day does not resemble.

“I am living my life to the beat of my own drum…and making my own beautiful music along the way.”  Phoebe Winston

A Chill in the Air

A chill in the air, it surrounds me so,

although it doesn’t cause me to tremble.

It lures me in and takes me back to old times;

those this present day does not resemble.

The quiet serenity of a simple life led,

somehow gets cluttered and hidden.

When years of living get stripped away,

the stillness now here seems less forbidden.

I don’t know what ahead is in store for me;

my days are so full…need I care?

Do I dare close my eyes and let myself dream?

Is what I find something I will be able to bear?

A chill in the air; that’s what I feel now…

I’m uncertain from who or where is the cause.

I do know it has meaning, and I seek to find it out,

even if it just causes me to stop and pause.

Felecia R. Weber 2014, OntheWingofaDove.com

Peace and love,

Felecia

 

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September

September

“Trees and Houses Near the Jas De Bouffan (Detail),” 1885-86, Paul Cezanne. Image from a page of the 2012 Desk Calendar, courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store

September

I Remember When

September 24, 2014

“Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I will remember you all.  If you only remember me with tears, then don’t bother to remember me at all.”  Laura Ingalls Wilder

My childhood memories include some of the best memories I have.  When I visit my parents’ home or reminisce about days gone by with my sisters, it is as though a floodgate of happy times has been pried wide open and I seem to float along them smiling and laughing along the way.  In my new series I Remember When, I plan to share snippets of my childhood memories with you.  Given what I’ve described about them so far, I hope you’ll look forward to having your heart warmed and perhaps even enjoying a chuckle or two while reading my musings.

September reminds me of all sorts of “new beginnings” when I was a child.  To me it meant the end of summer and a fresh start to a new school year, the excitement of buying new school clothes and supplies, and getting acquainted with new classmates. I loved walking to and from school with my sister and cousins, crunching through the dried leaves that littered the sidewalks; and squinting my eyes so closely together in the sun that the scarlet, rust , and yellow autumnal colors adorning the trees all blended together like glittering balls of fire against the deep blue-gray sky.  Mmmmm, I can almost feel the warmth of the rays brightening my face as I write!

So tell me, won’t you, what is your favorite childhood memory that happened in the month of September?

Peace and love,

Felecia

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Not of My Own Doing

not of my own doing

Photograph courtesy of Martin Watson

Not of my own doing, I say of the goodness in my life.  For without your strength, your guidance, your all, Lord, my life would be nothing but strife.

“I am the vine; you are the branches.  If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.”  John 15:5

Not of My Own Doing

Not of my own doing, I say this about so much.

The gifts I’ve been given, the way I have been blessed,

never taken for granted, for they are all filled with your touch.

Not of my own doing, I say of the goodness in my life.

For without your strength, your guidance, your all, Lord,

my life would be nothing but strife.

Not of my own doing, Lord, I never want to walk alone.

I want to live abiding with you, serving you in ways that bless,

until I come home to you and bow down before your throne.

Felecia R. Weber 2014, OntheWingofaDove.com

I want to live my life in a way that when I finish my race, I will hear the words that I long to hear…“…’Well done good and faithful servant!'”  Matthew 25:21

Peace and love,

Felecia

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