I know that pets are so significant in many of our lives. Most give us unconditional love, make us laugh, become integral members of our family, and much more. As a person with bipolar disorder (a mental illness), I’ve also experienced pets as a source of great emotional support. During my life, I have primarily been a cat or parrot owner, but I love all animals. When I see any animal struggling or injured (or dead alongside the road) it breaks my heart. The sad thing is that such observations are far too numerous. Obviously some of these occurrences are just the reality of nature, others are clearly caused by humans, unintentionally, and tragically sometimes intentionally. Though many of us wish we could end humans’ negative impact on animals, often we have to become partially numb to it, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to do some things that can make a difference. Continue reading
How on earth could one imagine not smiling from ear to ear with handfuls of baby bunnies? I don’t know who I want to kiss first. Maybe that little blond boy!
I hope everyone had a lovely Easter!
So you know, the mother did continue to care for her baby bunnies. Also, I was corrected that these are actually wild baby hares (leverets) and not rabbits.
Last Tuesday, March 20, 2018 marked the official start of spring. By that day, I had already noticed the clear signs of resolution of a recent four week depression. Just prior to that, I had been telling everyone that a mood upswing was due to arrive. After all, spring mood upswings predictably started almost every year at this time. They sometimes started as early as the end of February, or at least sometime in March. This pattern finally arrived, as predicted. Thank goodness! Continue reading
Yesterday I received an e-mail notice of a blog post on Bp Magazine’s website www.bphope.com. It was called Learning From My Lost Years by Dave Mowry. In that blog post, Dave Mowry reflected on years he considered “lost” from his life, as a result of his bipolar disorder. He wrote that a lot more years were “lost” than actually good, and that though he appreciates the good ones, they just don’t make up for the bad (or “lost”) ones. He ended his post positive about the present, but I felt bad for him and then I started thinking about my life with bipolar disorder. In the past, I have also labeled many of the years in my life as “lost”, with great sadness. I suppose I still do to some degree, but at this moment I realized that maybe not so very many were really “lost” after all. Dave Mowry only emphasized high value for the good years, but perhaps there is value to the bad ones, as well. Continue reading
That’s the question. Who knows what is going on inside that avian head. Luckily both he and the outside birds at that feeder have food, though the birds at the feeder need to dig through the snow a bit to get to it. Continue reading
I see two birds of paradise in this shot. One drinking the nectar of another. The drink will conclude in a mere second to two, with the hummingbird remembering exactly where he drank previously.
Do you see that bee (or other flying bug) hovering just behind the hummingbird’s upper tail? It won’t be in that position too long. It will likely be blown away by the fan of the hummingbird’s ultra-fast flapping wings. This whole scene is so temporary that it could not be captured by a person’s eye alone.
Photograph taken in Costa Rica by my husband
My husband and I have a GPS navigation system in our car for long trips. Hubby is almost always the driver. Despite our Tom Tom’s verbal instructions, my hubby still likes me to be the Tom Tom lady’s “second voice”. That certainly ensures getting to our destinations without problems, and yet it takes away some of my freedom to just be a passenger, who can stare out the window and daydream. Continue reading
Taken in the early morning as the sun was coming up at Dead Horse Point State Park, Utah. The sun made the red rock glow. The human shadow on the right was my husband’s.