Wind shifting through beach grass Black winged one lofting in place directly overhead Fighting gusting winds with a whoosh of wings Ocean waves pounding upon the shore at my back And amidst all of it a threshold of silence Where all sounds dwell before they are created ~~~~~~~~~ Written at South Salmon Creek Beach, … Continue reading Where All Sounds Dwell
In the Haudenosaunee native peoples Thanksgiving Address there rests a constant reminder that we already have everything we need. It recognizes the abundance that constantly surrounds us rather than scarcity - and is a pledge of interdependence and of gratitude for all that is given to us in every single moment, day, year…..lifetime.
Spring inevitably brings with it a landscape of rebirth and renewal reminding us of the resiliency of the natural world... and of our very own being. Going beyond the surface of story to the energy of the cumulative experience....
I am speaking of Earth Roots here. When we lose our roots – our deep innate connection to the skin of this planet - we lose ourselves, it is just that simple.
The beginning of a New Year can make us feel there are new possibilities before and inside of us that are waiting to be unwrapped like a gift. To be explored and relished. And at times ......
Most every day I pass by this particular tree in the image above. It has always struck me as a shining example of the intelligence of trees - to not only live, but thrive, no matter what the circumstances or conditions. .
Listen carefully for you may miss the soft exhale of the flower on the vine. Or the inhale of the rich brown soil.....
It's a misty wet afternoon here at Wolf Creek. Trees, creek and cool drops beckon one to explore the delights of nature in her mantle of changing season and soft fragrant earth. For the Celtic people of ancient Ireland, the natural world was a continuous prayer. Each mountain held a soul, each river a heart.......
The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell. you. Don't go back to sleep. Jalaluddin Rumi Awakening to the muffled sound of wild turkeys and the always present soft roar of Wolf Creek the dawn slowly crept into the window of my small abode. Watching from my bed it seemed as if God was gently … Continue reading All Just Passing Through
This is a time of great upheaval, shifts….. and changes that must be made if we are to survive and eventually thrive. There is great loss as the imbalance that has been caused by humans wreaks havoc on all forms of life.
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