Monthly Archives: May 2018
Did you hear the one about a Starling, squirrel and baby bunny that came to dine at a hobbit’s feeder? I didn’t think so. In fact, until this moment, neither had I. Sometimes, the whispers of grace do enjoy…..
Driving down the dirt road this little squirrel appeared to be taken aback that a car would be on the road. It was, after all, the hollows, and not traveled much. Without an ounce of hurry he made…..
The Robins were merrily hopping up and down the rows I mowed. We were having a grand conversation. I pondered creating a pattern to see if they would hop in circles, crisscross or through a maze. One was particularly industrious. Another…..
Such a view. You can almost smell nature’s crisp air and the fragrance of trees. Stillness and expansion cradle your attention. The building is abandoned and not far from melting into the earth.
The whisper? Even the poorest and most bereft…..
I call them ghost trees. Scattered throughout the gray of Osage Orange, Maple, Oak and a host of other trees, they look like ghosts…especially in the winter. Always curious, I sought to understand their white bark and the way their trunks peel…..
I can think of the “needs” I have, things done or should be done or a whole litany of thoughts. Or I can be still, aware, and present as both I and the moment are right…..
I try to imagine being so rooted. So grounded. Every walk, every drive I am constantly drawn to the beauty and dance of tree roots. The old ones are surely deep within the earth. The younger ones reaching…..
A day in rural Missouri. And, like nature, no words are needed. Just a glimpse of my day and a deep bow to the gifts received. Namaste. Enjoy the drive.
It is fun to look back at photos taken on the day’s date in another year. The photo created a collage of memories. The first was taken May 10, 2012 at Sugarite State Park in Cimmaron, New…..
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