leaves wings and other such things

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the forest or the trees

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There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough to pay attention to the story. 
—Linda Hogan

because we cannot see the forest or the trees . . .

monday morning trees

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

. . . so who are we that we should care so little about these nurturing trees?

how much more a part of our lives do they need to be?

humanRoots_treetops

 

 

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into the peace of the wild things

cardinals & nest in rose bush

 

 

When despair for the world grows in me
& I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go & lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, & the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, & am free.

—Wendell Berry

 

there is clover, ferns, wild flowers, a thick texture of leaves, the roses are in bloom, & the birds are sound & sight. the cardinals nest in the rose bushes & trees. i love the spring. wild things are all around——i hope they’ll stay.

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in bloom

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown
Who ponders this tremendous scene
This whole Experiment of Green
As if it were his own!

—A Little Madness in the Spring, Emily Dickinson



bird blooming from a small flowering plant—a sign of spring

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silly little ram

silly little, tiny, tiny ram—

tiny little ram face

 

 

nestled in your forest of lillies—

 

 

tiny little ram nestled in a forest of lillies

 

 

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moth to the light

in honor of the new year

luna moths—who gravitate toward light.

 

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a symbol of spiritual growth, awareness, & rebirth.

to light & transformation in 2014.

 

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peace, mistletoe & wings

a thrill of hope the weary world rejoices.

wishes for a happy holidays.

child holding mistletoe in holly scarf with blue winged cardinal

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crows sing halloween

helloDarknessHalloween_littleBirds_stanislawakodman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

crows sing a paul simon influenced halloween greeting—

no tricks.       only treats.

crows singing a Paul Simon influenced Halloween melody
these festive creatures want to dispell the dark reputation given to crows for centuries.

here is some insight on these wicked scary (?), wicked smart creatures.

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in the wind

detail of wind blown hair

the wind brushes against my body & i am aware.

 
the wind brings the smell of water, the ivy, the trees, the dirt.

in it i can hear the birds, the leaves, the dogs barking in the distance.

it is cool. it is forceful. it is soft.

it is not petty or false.

if you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
     Khalil Gibran

woman brushed by wind brings the sense of the leaves, blossoms, & trees

 

trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going & coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, & through space heaven knows how fast and far!
  John Muir

 

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riding the wave

Land and water are not really separate things,
but they are separate words, & we perceive through words.

—David Rains Wallace, The Untamed Garden and Other Personal Essays

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woman's face in wind blown leaves

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woman riding the waves on a fish with leaf filled fins

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Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.
—Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

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the sea & the wings

in my dream the sea releases a flock of birds from the foam of the wave—

so much is possible in nature—

little distinction between reality & fantasy

 

the foam of the wave releases a flock of birds

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