"Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakens."


Carl Jung

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  • Writing Wild: Forming a Creative Partnership with Nature
    Writing Wild: Forming a Creative Partnership with Nature
  • A Wolf Called Romeo
    A Wolf Called Romeo
  • The Big Book of Tiny Art: A modern, inspirational guide to the art of the miniature
    The Big Book of Tiny Art: A modern, inspirational guide to the art of the miniature
Sunday
May032009

Surprise Party

We're celebrating another special occasion today- my hubby's birthday. Since he wanted to catch the hockey playoffs this afternoon, we decided to stay home and fire up the grill.  Our idea of a celebration is pretty laid back, as we're quite private and tend to steer clear of rowdy crowds.  We prefer to 'mix it up' with nature.

A large fallout of at least 5 species of wood warblers have joined in the ongoing avian party, darting among low tree branches and trilling their way through our woods.  An endless magical flowing river of birds and sweet voices. Once again the wingeds have kept their promise to return, energizing everything around them, including myself.  Each little spryte carries such special gifts of bright colors and cheerful song as they dance about the beautiful dogwood blossoms- a poignant reminder that the most precious and most meaningful gifts in life are truly free.

(My time spent in front of the computer is going to be very sporatic in the coming weeks ahead- there's a magnificent gathering going on outdoors in this part of the hemisphere; no special attire is required and everyone is invited- much joy is guaranteed)

Saturday
May022009

Marsh Marigolds

Out of the sump rise the marigolds.
From the rim of the marsh, muslin with mosquitoes,
rises the egret, in his cloud-cloth.
Through the soft rain, like mist, and mica,
the withered acres of moss begin again.



When I have to die, I would like to die
on a day of rain--
long rain, slow rain, the kind you think will never end.

And I would like to have whatever little ceremony there might be
take place while the rain is shoveled and shoveled out of the sky,

and anyone who comes must travel, slowly and with thought,
as around the edges of the great swamp.

(Mary Oliver)

Thursday
Apr302009

Rainy Day Barred Owl

gray skies of portent

thunder rumbles distantly

the rain owl dozes