leaves wings and other such things


the forest or the trees

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?




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moth to the light

in honor of the new year

luna moths—who gravitate toward light.



a symbol of spiritual growth, awareness, & rebirth.

to light & transformation in 2014.



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the sound of flight

perhaps if we really listened, really heard what was said in bird songs, perhaps then—

we could be transported—imagine the sound, the wind—experience.


bird song describing flight













I fly because it releases my mind
from the tyranny of petty things.
—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry 


Flying might not be all plain sailing,
but the fun of it is worth the price.

—Amelia Earhart 

spacerbird song describing the experience of flight to a goat


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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


woman's face in wind blown leaves


woman riding the waves on a fish with leaf filled fins






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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sweet moving melody

singing bird sitting in the bush




stop for a moment—




we are surrounded by the textures of bird songs—


perhaps even beneficial to us——soothing

mother nature network posts a study which proposes that bird songs improve our mood & spark creativity.


singing bird causes the leaves below to become hands that dance to the music

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hands entwined“At night I dream that you & I are two plants
 that grew together, roots entwined,
 and that you know the earth & the rain like my mouth,
 since we are made of earth and rain.”
 ―Pablo Neruda, Regalo De Un Poeta/ Gift Of A Poet

i think of the relationships that inspire me & give me faith in the kindness of people.
their presence has given my life beauty.

tenderness entwined 

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hear in the trees

little bird in a web of branches




what would it be like to live in the texture of the trees? to jump through the lower branches, to move in & out from the thick around the trunk, then to the outer edges, all the way up to into the sky. the birds experience this everyday.face in the trees bird detailface in the trees hawk detail

I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.
—Wendell Berry

face in the trees

for more about birds see bird talk.

for more about the trees & those who guard them see guardian of the trees or click my catagory twigs&blossoms.

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