Monday, April 27, 2015

In Their Sheltered Woodland Coves, Blooming

Dutchman's Breeches (Dicentra cucullaria

Hepatica (Hepatica americana or Hepatica acutiloba)

Trout Lily or Dog's-tooth Violet (Erythronium americanum)

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Sunday - Saying Yes to the World

Touch is a reciprocal action, a gesture of exchange with the world. To make an impression is also to receive one, and the soles of our feet, shaped by the surfaces they press upon, are landscapes themselves with their own worn channels and roving lines.
Robert Macfarlane, The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Friday, April 24, 2015

Friday Ramble - Trailing Light

She opens her eyes, the trailing edges of dreams of the woodland and by winding rivers brushing against her still foggy mind—impressions of roots, warm earth and mossy stones, budding ferns and wildflowers in shady places, flickering sunlight and clear blue sky seen through old trees, the songs of rivers in their blithe becoming.

There was melancholy in her dreams, and an element of panic too—the night's apprehensions linger as she emerges with tea in hand after rambling for hours in the darkness.  Has she accomplished anything at all in this old life?  What if she is just floundering through her existence this time around and not accomplishing anything at all.  What if she is unable to express in any meaningful way how rare and precious and fleeting are all beings, this earthy realm we are treading together?  There is so much grace and beauty and wildness and grandeur out there that she sometimes despairs of ever capturing even a small scrap of it with words and images.

In shadowy alcoves in the woods there are scraps of snow, but warmed by the springtime sun, greenery is appearing out of the leaves and mosses in nooks here and there.  The tender ferns springing from the granite in her favorite gorge are content just to be there and basking in the sunlight of their native place.  Perhaps, like them she gets to come back and leaf out over and over again until she gets things right.  She remembers Joanna Macy's words, so perfect for this week in which Earth Day occurs, and she is comforted:

It is my experience that the world itself has a role to play in our liberation. Its very pressures, pains, and risks can wake us up -- release us from the bonds of ego and guide us home to our vast, true nature. For some of us, our love of the world is so passionate that we cannot ask it to wait until we are enlightened.
Joanna Macy, World as Lover, World as Self

Somehow or other, she will be here among these hills forever and drinking in the wild light.  Her molecules will disperse and reassemble and cavort in many other life forms, but they may remember in some small measure or scrap of their being what it was like to be here this time around.  That is quite enough.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Thursday Poem - Sleeping in the Forest

I thought the earth 
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

Mary Oliver,
from  Twelve Moons)

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

A Small Litany of First Things

Trout Lily and Dutchman's Breeches
Spring Beauty

Monday, April 20, 2015

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Sunday - Saying Yes to the World

When you breathe in, breathe in the whole universe.
When you breathe out, breathe out the whole universe.
Osaka Koryu