A coloring book purchased for my clients. It arrived today. A gray, wintry, sleet filled and cold day. Night is crossing the threshold. A long week and I am tired. Perhaps I should color one just to test drive it before I offer it…..
And if you fell where would you fall? If you were not to be what would you be? If you did not what would you do? If you did what would you not? When is ‘did’ not ‘did not’? …..
Spring’s Robins made their appearance today. I smiled. I laughed to think of our local nursery which will not sell plants until the end of May because of the threat of frost and snow. There stood the singing defiant Robin. I pondered…..
The prompt was Balance: Heal reactivity by responding with elegance.
Elegance. I thought of dancers, musicians, writers, painters, teachers, athletes, and all who create a craft that manifests with ease, fluid movement, and simplicity. We, the beholders, so immersed in…..
A fallen officer’s funeral and so many gathered to say good-bye. A day off to attend to doctor’s appointments. So many gathered for the funeral I chose to walk to each appointment. It seems like a lifetime ago when I would walk everywhere. Movement. My…..
Though I confess winter’s cold and snow makes traveling difficult, winter is my season. It is the season for my eyes. Nature is naked. Perfect imperfection dances in twisted branches, dry plant stalks, and dried grass. Spring’s glory hides so…..
One day when I grow up I will still be five feet and maybe two inches. Probably less. One day when I grow up I might not be able to wear Buster Browns nor have the shoe store clerk in the children’s…..
Driving, I gave thanks to the nature’s invitation. As the mountains zipped by my car window I tried to imagine and feel what the mountains felt. How many roots are held within their rooted rising? Without thinking I heard myself whisper, “Come with me……..
The wisdom warning has always been there: ‘Be careful what you pray for.’ A few days ago I prayed the prayer of the Meadowlark’s song in the scrich The Prayer of Edges. The prayer has been challenged each day since. No. Not…..
Two photographs that are themselves, edges. “Edges are the crossroads for the wildlife traveling between habitats and are richer in animal life than the areas on either side.”
This morning my weary body tried to find a reason not to go into nature……
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