Tag: mist

Cloudscapes

On By Anna EastlandIn Photos, Poetry2 Comments

I am a cloud

lying exhausted on the mountain’s shoulders

heavy with tears

I am a cloud

leaving behind a faint trail of snow

an imprint of my embrace

I am a cloud

my misty fingers clinging to the treetops

as I drift along

longing for their steadfast patience

I am a cloud

floating about

moved by wind and water

a constant living painting

unfolding across the sky

✨By various miracles, including a generous friend who gave me her spot, and a generous husband who agreed to work from home while watching our 7 kids, I’ve been able to go on a much desired silent retreat this weekend. It is amazing to have this restful time to myself to ponder such things as the quiet movement of clouds across the sky, in between naps and beautiful meditations in the chapel. Praying for you all as I recharge my batteries and fill up my bucket with beauty. ✨

An Eastland Family Adventure

On By Anna EastlandIn Family Life4 Comments

You might not know it, because I don’t often get around to posting photos of them, but we do go on a fair number of family adventures. Here’s some snapshots of one of them…taking our family outings to new heights! 😉

    
  
   
Yes, Grandma, your little darlings rode the gondola up the misty mountain! By the top, we could hardly see a thing. It was a little chilly…

  

There was still a bit of snow….enough for Daddy to throw a snow ball!

  

Don’t worry, Grandma, we didn’t ride these!

  

We followed some large tracks…until we found the grizzly bears.  

  

But they were very mellow…lounging in their baths complacently. 

   

Goodbye, bear! 

 
After all this, an amusing logger show and a wild bird show, we were ready for hot chocolate! Our city kids were very happy to cradle their cups at Starbucks after their chilly but very civilized adventure up the mountain!

Misty Moon

On By Anna EastlandIn Poetry, Stillbirth7 Comments

  
There’s a misty werewolf moon tonight
and it reminds me of a poem I wrote you

 just over 6 months ago

before you were born,

while you were still with us. 
The stars twinkle reassuringly 

in the cold night sky,

but the gloominess of this moon

covered in snatches of thin clouds 

like scattered veils,

brings me to tears.
Perhaps it shines brighter from your side

—up in Heaven—

with no clouds in the way. 
One day, honey, promise you’ll show me.