no rush




linger quietly
seasons turn certain care less
over look caution


Keppel Discovery Wetlands

A lone striated heron on a rock in the middle of the water. I stood with him. No rush.

One Word Sunday: Rush hosted by Debbie at Travel with Intent

Following along with Manja at Embarassment of Riches’ This day in my Blogging History segment at the end of each of her posts: I am inspired me to go back to look at some of my old posts; to chuckle in reminiscence and to gape at some of the things which caught my attention then. Here is my This day (or one closest to) in My Blogging History:


  1. Lovely poem and captures, Ju-Lyn. I like your message of taking things slow as seasons come and go. There often is no rush and we shouldn’t rush if we don’t have to. The heron looked very peaceful on the rock. Hope you are doing well 🙂


  2. Chuckle or gape… this is exactly how it is for me too. 🙂 Thank you for linking to me every time you do it. I’m so glad that you got inspired in this direction. What a beautiful encounter. No rush!


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