Monthly Archives: September 2014
To think the reappearance of a little marmot would make me squeal for joy will seem silly to any who see this little scrich. A couple of months ago a mama marmot and her two babies gifted my heart such joy. They fed with…..
Two images. A sort of ying and yang gifted by nature. The first one, so obvious…laughter. Also a reminder that sometimes you just gotta go bottoms up. The second one, the elegance and delicate form of a butterfly. Yet, to think of its…..
A most wonderful image. The tree trunk buried in the sand. A branch reaches out and then becomes a root supporting the tree and gathering needed water and nourishment. Such a delicate and elegant dance. To simply reach for what is needed. I almost did not see……
Smile, no the image is not what I thought I was going to capture with the camera. I thought I was aiming at a beautiful heron flying low over the lake. When the image appeared on the computer, I confess my head…..
Three years ago, last week, I arrived and made my new home in Colorado. On this expedition, my first week here, the earth called me to simply rest and savor the journey that was and was to be. I gazed at the sky…..
I pondered what image would dare to capture the emergence of autumn’s equinox. Then I observed the squirrel feverishly eating and gathering the seed I put out this morning. He made me laugh and then I saw his…..
Your image, my friend, has haunted me all day. Even without looking I could see you turning and looking at me again. A late scrich tonight, I thought perhaps none would be written, as I could not decipher…..
A morning’s tale of two images that still stir a sighing within my heart. John O’Donohue talks of how we are the mirror of nature. We are the earth’s reflection by which she gets to see and experience her beauty. I gazed…..
Thomas Merton wrote “Therefore there is only one problem on which all my existence, my peace and my happiness depend: to discover myself in discovering [the Divine]. Rumi wrote “You could be moving in a great circuit without wings, nourished without eating, sovereign without a…..
Some days, despite their crowded moments, are fertile for reflection. I thought back to last weekend as I sat upon a rock and savored its warmth. “As I would enter any monastery with thoughts cleansed of arrogance and bearing forgiveness, humility, and love, so may…..
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