by early november the rains have arrived, and with them once again mushrooms bloom in the forest
entering the woods
walking in beauty
encountering the lives of the fungi
graceful and communal
unexpected and wonderous
causing pause and enchantment
vibrant potency
slower speeds
bursting forth
a life, a story, drama or comedy, unfolding
bold and purposeful
what consciousness resides here?
this too is life, this too is part of the Great Mystery
there is a great freedom
in giving up the fight with self
in lessening the grip of likes and dislikes
and looking with good humor at my
long intended self improvement projects
there is a healing ease in not minding
do i trust myself?
do i trust the goodness within?
i do
i see it in me and i see it in you
"giving up the fight"
summer's softness has given way
to fractal pods and husks
now wind and water carry seeds to uncertain destinations
change is so natural
and yet, there can be such fear
imagining and facing the unknown
in this time of falling leaves
i remind myself to practice
letting go
letting go
letting go
of mindsets that prevent peace
transforming harshness into kinder states of being
This week i found myself pondering the constant, shapeshifting change that surrounds us. The cycles of birth and rebirth. It lead me to imagine - a conversation amongst clouds, each recalling an incarnation . . .
. . . do you remember what it was like the last time you touched the earth?
i reflected the light of sun and stars as a still pond
from ground to leaves i surged through the veins of trees
i merged into the rolling, rollicking waves of an ocean
on grass i gathered in a thousand dewdrops
capping the poles, frozen i remained a while
tongues touched me as i quenched their thirst
as a small brook, jumping over rocks i sang
from cavernous aquifers i emerged
once more to rejoin a river in the sky
We all are gatherers of experience in the living, unified web.
look up,
look up,
feel the pull to witness the moon
"La Luna"
shining equally upon all
"Shine"
having accompanied all of our ancestors
goddess to countless cultures
bathed in myth and lore
she still reaches the soul of the young at heart
"fairytales & first dates"
a late summers day at low tide on the Columbia
wading through shallow, warm water
from sandbar to sandbar
barefoot beachcombing
on shores of temporary islands
the joy of ambling
through a pathless terrain
on legs that still hold strength
reunited to childhood joys
infinite shapes on land and water
tracks and treasures tell their stories
kindling the imagination . . .
playing till the light fades
and turns the waters golden
what a full, good day!
imagining our blue planet
spinning and tilting through space
in such a steady way
"The Blue Empress"
what moves me is the majesty of it
the design, the precision, the constancy
making all, life and consciousness, possible
"As Seasons Change"
pausing to fill my heart with wonder
about the awesome life giving regularity
of this beautiful blue orb we call home.
"The Emeralds"
At this time of year the Vaux's swifts gather in Portland, Oregon. They arrive in the evening, thousands of whirling wings fill the sky in dizzying swirling motion. Then, shortly after sunset, an unseen signal and they tumble downward into a chimney to roost for the night. What had seemed to be chaos turns into funneled harmony. In awe I watch a behavior that follows its own language, speeds and spacial awareness.
Soon they will migrate south, another journey taking place way above my head.
stay tuned
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