Watching Wild Birds

This is a photo I took outside here weeks ago absent the wild birds and later development of the Spring bulbs.

Watching Wild Birds

Plump pillows behind my back,

a cozy comforter, a hot coffee

warming one hand, I quietly peer

through my window this morning

seeing Spring gently kiss the land.

On the other side of the grey gravel

recycled black pails hold treasures-

Spring bulbs about to flower

amidst fresh blue-green leaves

long and slender, sturdy and stout.

They sit at the base of a rock face-

beige and grey, rust and brown,

cracked and creased and carved,

weathered and mossed in veins,

part of a hill taken away.

Atop the incline by the flowers

of this potted garden of my new home,

I’ve thrown seed offerings to birds

amidst moss and grass and weed

just below the rusty roll of wire-

once a fence, now a perch for birds

watching the farm cats come and go.

In changing seasons and weather,

wild birds flock to my feed.

They’re not even birds of a feather,

this flock of visitors I now see

once more as often before,

males and females, young and old,

all together- sparrow, junco, towhee.

They all travel in flight together,

not minding different colour or size,

finding some reason to be together.

What that may be, I don’t know

but I delight when they’re in sight,

watching them close to the window

as I sit in my cozy nest bed

making sure they’re all well fed.

Watching them chat and dine,

I must say ‘The pleasure is mine’.

My reward is simply that pleasure-

birds and flowers, a visual treasure.

Coffee gone, it’s time to get up now,

change and move on with my day…

March 23, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC



You are invited to question…
What does Paradise mean to you?
Humanity’s Childhood Stories

You may wish to expand the screen photos to read more easily, especially with eyestrain from screen-time exploring posts like me 😳🤩😍🤗😁💕✨oh yes, these are my photos and digital art 💕✨

A Quilting Story

Stitching by hand and by machine, I made this large quilt for my son
My son has an interest in Astronomy so I purchased this material and hand quilted it in random lines. I’ve also made a lap quilt for my daughter and before that a ‘postage stamp’ style quilt as well.

A Quilting Story

Growing up, I watched my Mother, Dixie, develop many interests including Quilting.

Quilting Books, templates, fabrics of all kinds gradually filled up her ‘Sewing Room’. We often said that she could open her own fabric shop, amused by the volume of textiles added to her collection of many yarns, sewing machines, threads and just about every accessory ever invented for Sewing, Knitting and Quilting. As well as learning needlework from her Mother, Dorothy, she took adult courses at the local highschool for Sewing and Quilting. She also had lessons from a professional Quilter in that lady’s home when Mom was boarding there to attend a college training course to be a Registered Nursing Aide. Mom excelled in her nursing because she genuinely cared. Her passion for Quilting led her to create a total of about five baby quilts I’m told. I never actually saw them but I’m sure they were cherished gifts.

As for the fabrics, well, she brought most of her years of gathered inventory to a Church craft and yard sale. Dad and I helped Mom set up her tables piled high with many colours, patterns, textures and lengths of material. It was a sight to behold. It all sold.

For about $100.00 an excited Vietnamese refugee couple sponsored by Church members became the enthusiastic possessors of thousands of dollars of fabric . Mom was so pleased to help them out. She made $300.00 that day. I still recall seeing Dad’s face as he quietly chuckled and shook his head. As did I.

March 18, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

See You Later

See You Later

Though it’s been fun

being here- reading

and writing, it seems

my eyes do need

a rest from screens.

I’ve had a good run

these past few days.

You’ve enriched me

in many ways

and I hope too

the same for you.

Still, my eyes need

a rest from screens.

I’ll rejoin you

in a short while.

Sending a hug

and a happy smile.


March 11, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

One-Sided Conversations

A Photo Metaphor of an old photo I took before

One-Sided Conversations

you know those one-sided conversations…

you do all the talking and no one else

can get in a word or two…

someone else does all the talking

talk talk talk but where are you-

silent or hoping to say…

well perhaps uh-hu- hm-hm- you do…

even cherished words in holy books

can be one-sided conversations

repeated from a long distant past…

ancient words spoken and written

words translated words interpreted

words of histories and mythologies

made sacred and made to last…

some understandings rules rituals

traditions simply stuck in the past…

continuous one-sided conversations

repeated hypnotizing repetitions

words repeated in mind-body actions…

someone else does all the talking

talk talk talk but where are you-

a head full of someone’s words

even thinking their thoughts too…

or perhaps you do all the talking

your head so full of words streaming now

even God can’t get in a word or two-

that two-sided conversation now-

clear loving uplifting understandings…

words feelings experiences now

is impossible you say- crazy you say

repeating someone’s words of yesterday-

reliving the past even today…


March 11, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

My Heart Remembers (revised)

My Heart Remembers

some think rebirth a fiction

but my heart remembers you…

i look into your eyes and see

deep buried love that used to be

the wonder the joy in other lives

our souls both true love graced…

my heart remembers you…

another time another place

a different name a different face

despite it all i recognize

your being in another guise

your soul in its disguise…

my heart remembers you…

free to travel time and space

by our spirits’ loving grace

here and now we meet again

forgetting what once was

till only love itself remains…

my heart remembers you…

we are a mystery to solve

ever changing to evolve

finding love held deep inside

entangled love that never dies…

here and now we meet again

strangers not strangers once again

now once more you say to me

you seem so familiar

have we met before…

yes my heart remembers you…

February 18, 1993- revised 2005-

revised March 10, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Play It Again…

Play It Again…

a song a film a game

plays over again again again…

a feeling of deja vu…

here we’ve done it again

with ifs and wishes and dreams…

it all seems so familiar

your clothes your face your hair

have we done it all before

it feels like we’ve been

playing out another version

of a story lived before…

you see me and i see you

a dance of time in repetition

same rhythms same pace

moving through space and place

yet open to free will choice

moving in differently directions

moving together again…

have we done this before

how do i seem to know you

i’ve always loved your…

but you’ve never seen it before…

many open potential-portals

many entrance and exit points…

someone i’d like you to meet…

do you move forward or retreat

oh- perhaps another time…

or- will i see you again

it all depends… how do you feel

please don’t take that…

i have a feeling you say…

or- why don’t we take a chance

i have a good feeling i say…

a song a film a game a life

shall we play it over again

shall we add a few revisions

to words to dids and didn’ts

perhaps cut and redo it again…

March 10, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Bright Yellow Chairs

moments caught by technology- my daughter and me

Bright Yellow Chairs

a cool day by cold water

beneath a moody winter sky

mountains in the distance

bright yellow chairs in a row

beautiful to behold

strong enough supported

and anchored to withstand

fierce winds and stormy weather…

yesterday my daughter and I

took photos of her and me

my request- soon to be 73…

moments caught by technology

reminders for when I’m gone

or when she’s gone before me…

we sit on those deathly cold chairs

taking turns- laughing smiling

wrinkles erased by distance

battle-scars of weathered living

covered by warm coats of love…

my daughter and I- friends forever

together in so many lives

as with my son- family- friends

soul companions- friends forever…

undaunted by stormy worlds

though cold- uninviting- fierce

together we just jump in

staying a while- little or long…

photos taken- we moved on

to other scenes and other stories

experiences to live and to share

bringing the warmth of loving care…

March 9, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Wings Up Wings Down

Birds In Flight…delighted I caught this moment…

Wings Up Wings Down

birds in flight

a common sight

i painted birds’

wings up

my lover painted

wings down

though we both saw

wings moving

both up and down

or soaring straight

then folded when

resting on the ground

he’s flown away

with his pessimism

i flew away too

still on the wings

of my optimism

still watching birds’

wings moving

both up and down

or soaring straight

then folded when

resting on the ground

March 8, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

A Day To Celebrate Women

A Day To Celebrate Women

this is

a day, a way, to

celebrate women-

all women everywhere…

this is

a day, a way, to

honour women-

all women everywhere…

this is

a day, a way, to

respect women-

all women everywhere…

recognizing, acknowledging

some and all-

defining, describing

the beingness of

all women everywhere…

it’s a day, a way, to

bring women

out of the shadows

of men every day

respecting men,

honouring men,

celebrating men,

empowering men

overshadowing women…

we are all part of

an evolving species

we call humanity-

off-balanced now

claiming and blaming

various versions

of deity for how

it all came to be…

we are all part of

a young species who

is like a young child

of the universe

learning to stand

on its own two feet-

the dualities

expressing more or less

male and female,

both designed to

support the weight

of a whole body

yet even at this age

rising and falling

over and over again

in the rise and fall

of civilizations

until we respect,

honour, celebrate


March 8, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

International Women’s Day

International Women’s Day

How can we not see

that ‘superiority’ is a false assumption?

How can we not see

that ‘masculinity’ dominating

‘femininity’ is just a presumption?

Why do some see societies

with advanced Technologies

as more evolved and enlightened?

Why do some see societies

more in harmony with Nature

assigned labels of ‘inferiority’?

Will Humanity ever see itself as one-

neither males nor females superior,

neither females nor males inferior?

The Life, the Soul, within all

is without Gender at all.

Human societies are simply different-

different expressions of Life, that’s all,

some even a mix of cultures

enriching Human Experience, all.

I celebrate Life Itself in all-

the wonders of Life in all.

March 7, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

The Eyes of Wonder

Seeing behind the mundane is like being in love… I enjoy Photography along with so many others as it helps you to truly look… really see…

The Eyes of Wonder

When you see through Eyes of Wonder,

‘common’ sights transform to Sublime.

When you see through Eyes of Wonder,

the beauty of ‘ordinary’ becomes Divine.

Exploring surroundings in Wonder,

Life offers amazing treasures to find

hidden behind mundane appearances,

those ‘normal’ and ‘everyday’ kind.

Curiosity leads you to look deeper,

to look higher, to see everywhere around-

marvellous, magical, meaningful mysteries

thrilling the heart and stirring the mind.

When you see through Eyes of Wonder,

you fall truly in love with Life…

What others see as ‘common’, as ‘ordinary’,

is now vibrantly, vividly, vitally

Wondrous and gloriously Divine.

March 7, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

You Came Here To Dance

Swirling Dancers. This is my digital art from a photo I took. I’ve used software to create similar flower statements of Dance as a fun hobby.
My poem written, printed and photographed this morning. I’ll key it out as well.

You Came Here To Dance

Life says, You came here to Dance,

to Dance in groups or with a partner

or changing partners or even

to Dance alone…

Life is a Harmony of rhythms

all happening simultaneously

moving fast and moving slow

here and everywhere in all directions…

We move in and out of the physical flow-

Seen and Unseen, we come and go…

Sometimes we lose our Balance

learning to Master our own Steps-

Life’s Beloved Children,

we’re learning, remembering our Steps…

Life sees and gently guides us

to think for ourselves, to choose

how we feel, E-motions responding

to collective rhythms or creating

rhythms all on our own…

Our Souls came here to Dance…

Before we’re born, we choose

‘Where’ in the Cosmos we wish to Dance-

God’s Free Will Gift to our Souls.

Love and Growth move us ever

to Places, to Cultures, to People

Dancing in Harmonizing Rhythms-

Souls’ Agendas moving Together…

We Dance in Harmony Together

even ‘off Balance’ sometimes-

choosing, ‘rechoosing’ our Steps…

Some move through Life Solitary

Dancing Individuality through Life.

Some move Together As One

in Disciplined Harmony,

Rhythmically Rippling and Merging

their Individuality…

Over the Movements of many Dances,

many Lifetimes, many Timelines,

Souls experience many Steps

in the Wonder and Beauty and Glories

of Unity in Diversity, Diversity in Unity,

the Divine Energy of Life’s Dance…

We all came here to Dance…

(March 6, 2023-Shelley Audrey Wilson-Victoria, BC)