Sleepy Ducks & Ancient Trees

I will make a pathway through the wilderness. —Isaiah 43:19 Thirsting for nature, in search of forgotten hues, we went, bathed ourselves in slow days filled with questions that did not require answers— nestled in wonderment, set free among sleepy ducks and ancient trees, we found a pathway through the wilderness. —C.L. Fisher, May 2023Continue reading “Sleepy Ducks & Ancient Trees”

Be Still

Much as a bird  alights on a pillar  far from the shore and finds comfort in moonlight’s stillness,  I sit alone amid  Uncertainty’s ocean  held tightly by God’s  serene absoluteness. —C.L. Fisher, February 2023 Psalm 46 #the100dayproject, Day 2 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may notContinue reading “Be Still”

The Waking Soil

Let the fields and their crops burst out with joy!Let the trees of the forest sing for joy… — Psalm 96:12, NLT When the blooms remind  us of the nearing spring, the refreshed roots shooting up through the waking soil, the unfurling leaves, petals, wings — life in abundance, the blessings of living amid God’sContinue reading “The Waking Soil”


“Almost every person, from childhood, has been touched by the untamed beauty of wildflowers.” – Lady Bird Johnson I spent the day in a field  of wildflowers, underneath  a moody sky, lazing amid  sun-kissed petals, dazed  by dancing butterfly wings. —C.L. Fisher, January 2023 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work ofContinue reading “Wildflowers”

The Monarchs

Two Butterflies went out at Noon— And waltzed above a Farm—  — Emily Dickinson I held two butterflies lilting upon lilac mist flowers,  each wing a perfect frame, tiny panes of stained glass, displaying autumn’s richest hue. —C.L. Fisher, October 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher andContinue reading “The Monarchs”

Autumn’s Cotillion

Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning The last dance of the butterflies in this mid-October homage  to spring, the wildflowers wait for the shift to northern winds, for frost to touch the ground  and silence growth, but today there is time to flit and flutter  underContinue reading “Autumn’s Cotillion”

Wild Hearts

A thousand horses – the wild – the free – Like waves that follow o’er the sea, Came thickly thundering on.  — Lord Byron The sun was nestling  above the trees dappling the mountains  and dancing across  the morning grass as we rounded the bend  where we first saw them, majestic, free, beautiful,  and weContinue reading “Wild Hearts”