Category Archives: all things Nelle

little things add up drops of rain become puddles streams rivers oceans. the gentlest snow fall blankets the earth the trees the branches the eaves of houses with a kind of magic acts of kindness open doors minds hearts souls expressions of love heal wounds broken hearts shattered dreams Little things add up one heartContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“

I am the breeze that kisses your cheek. I am the sun that warms your face. When you look at the purple evening sky, it is me. When you see a majestic mountain, it is me. When the birds sweetly sing,it is my voice. When the water gently laps against the shore, it is myContinue reading “Spiritual Quotes & Beautiful Photographs ·”

tJanuary a1h31p loant16 6:60or38 AMd  · Each day is born with a sunrise and ends in a sunset, the same way we open our eyes to see the light, and close them to hear the dark. You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have an ending.Continue reading “Serendipity Corner“

0tS86pt7oi2la9n0rt357huf02  · Listen. And you will hear the breeze brushing softly through the trees birds singing your heart beating your soul awakening God whispering. I made this for You .~ poem “Soul Awakening” by Michael Traveler, author/poet..about Author:This morning, I took a walk down by the river in the woods that hugs its banks. TheContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“

t45l5agmpnhor8efh402  · MY GRANDMOTHER PASSED ON over thirty years ago. I was in my early twenties and off exploring the world and did not learn of her passing until six months after her funeral. It felt as if she was just away and would one day be back. Even after visiting the grave site besideContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“

05tmSh4tnaoc4l3908cglh1  · I love morning, especially that time right before the sun crests the horizon, when the whole world is still asleep and a few birds start to sing. There’s a stillness in the air, a sort of magic just hanging there. I can feel the anticipation, the sense that something wonderful is about toContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“

88f20pot3hnig5oeh84  · WHEN I WAS A WEE LAD and felt the need to get away, I would run across the field to the trees that hugged the river. As I wandered through the woods, I would listen to the breeze brushing like fingers through the branches and leaves above. I would dream of far awayContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“

Si6001o524rha0adfa2  · .~ poem “His Hand” by Michael Traveler, author,poet. his hand gently molds us out of dust he paints the sky the mountain tops the valleys down below scatters flowers ‘cross the field a breeze to usher in the coming summer shower down down down it comes dancing on each petal.how wondrous is hisContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“

ht1hgm3po8nms3h46for9edmfh  ~ poem “When the World was Still Young” by Michael Traveler, author/poet. · she has seen more than most of us will see in our entire lives she has stood watch over the rise and fall of empires the ravages of plagues fires the pilgrimage of those seeking God watched young lovers wile awayContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“

Januap3rigy2cm r10 1a3t 11:09 AcM0  · EACH OF US ARE BEAUTIFUL in my experience Created by God. DESIGNED TO LOVE, to Create, to Innovate, After being shattered and left in pieces on the floor, I found that my Creator can, does, will is picking up the broken remains of what was left of me and making something beautiful outContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“

4u95h1ao7n814337m3rd  · poem “It Pleases Me” by Michael Traveler, author/poet. it pleases me to take a morning walk with you beside a river, a creek or even a lake will do it pleases me to look up at the stars and see them winking back at me hear the birds singing among the wildflowers inContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“

~ poem “This Place I Call Home” by Michael Traveler, author/poet the morning brushes over me like a mist, touches my face like a sweet kiss sings to my soul a song as old as time these mountains are a part of me they live in this heart of mine tell a tale of longContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads”

“The First New Day” AFTER A WEEK OF BITTER COLD WEATHER and being locked out of my FB page for a week (after being hacked and removed as Admin temporarily), I’m in the mood for some good weather and comforting things … .Oh what a beautiful day … morning comes quietly at first nothing moreContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads”

7a7p1tthin7c5s0ac51ore63d32  · let’s take a new road see a new day free of routine try a new way. let’s turn back the clock to a simpler time play a new game not more of the same. need to break free of all that has been and open our eyes to a brand new day. takeContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“

l736htSp6ugsli0uor081l7d  · Love this .Open your eyes to a brand new day. See everything in a brand new way. Find a new path. Not more of the same. Choose a new lane. Don’t follow the crowd. Get off the Interstate and Take a Backroad. Reach down inside. Live your own life, the one God createdContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“

Written by Dick Roberts With a worn in old cowboy hat, Planted firm on his head. Scuffed up old riding boots,almost worn through the tread Wrinkles like maps,cut deep into his hands. Tells of places he’s been,across these wide lands. A blue dog named Teddy,Stands loyal at his side. As he rolls up a smoke,There’sContinue reading ““The Cowboy””

4 May 2012 · Leave a Comment [Editor: This poem by “Banjo” Paterson was published in The Man from Snowy River and Other Verses, 1895; previously published in The Bulletin, 21 December 1889.] The Man from Snowy River There was movement at the station, for the word had passed aroundThat the colt from Old RegretContinue reading “The Man From Snowy River”