Took a walk before lunch. Down Monroe Street, around the corner, along Washington under the trees that line Memorial Field. An older man walked toward me, about a half block ahead along the same sidewalk. He walked slowly with the help of a cane.Continue reading “Sun After Rain”
Spring Equinox. 8:20 AM
Wind moving through the tall trees. A cool breeze on my face. Continue reading “Spring Rain”
I’m sitting on the rock at the entrance to the Cretan labyrinth in the side yard. A visitor once named this labyrinth “Mother and Child” because of the dark stones enclosing the white stones.Continue reading “Fir Cones on Labor Day”
Late afternoon on Nov. 1, All Saints Day.Continue reading “Puff Balls on All Saints Day”
This morning when I settled in for centering prayer (meditation), a robin was chirruping — loud! — just outside. Then a frog — loud! — started to croak, I swear in time with the chirrups. As if answering back.Continue reading “Sharing the Being of Being”
Mid-afternoon at the compost pile. Much rain lately. Right now, only an occasional drip from the trees when the air moves.
No … wait … starting to rain again.Continue reading “Turning the Spring Compost”
In the online nature journal class Looking for New Life, Joan was the first to post a spider web entry. She had encountered the huge web on a hiking trip, and mused in her entry about her own spinning thoughts and plans for the future.
Then Chris, from her summer-long boat trip, posted a painting of ripening grapes, with a white spider web attached to the vine.Continue reading “The Web of Time and Place”
My husband David gave me a nudge the other day.
Earlier in the spring we’d talked about scheduling a summer getaway. But what with one thing and another, no dates were set. We’re each in the midst of projects that will keep us close to home in the coming months. It was hard to wrap our minds around the idea of pulling away even for a weekend.Continue reading “Making the Summer Getaway Last”
Early last spring, a pair of rufous-sided towhees started a nest under the eaves of our front porch.Continue reading “What Is Nature?”