Monarch Season: Feeling Reborn
They have helped me wake up, and come back to myself again.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: release
showing itself ever… only a tender cocoon… readying us for the life… yet to come.
THROUGH MY LENS: the little things
Sometimes that is the way of nature, I know, some things are born and survive, and some simply don’t.
Here, at Summer’s End
Instead of getting weary… I’m waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: thrum
for an endless instant,
to stop, this miracle in motion,
nature’s hidden, fragile light,
beautiful and boundless…
Fierce feelings and old garden friends
I dove right in to the challenge the house and those gardens presented. And the love of it all spread and thrived inside me.
THROUGH MY LENS: thinking spring
Sometimes I wish I could go to sleep for the winter…dig down deep into the earth and wake up to new warmth and light.
LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: growing up
So I have only recently come to grasp that moving forward… means I have to stop looking back so often toward the ground.
THROUGH MY LENS: winter’s bones
It’s become a lesson for me in impermanence: How something can exist one moment or for years and be gone in an instant.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: somewhere the moon
cold and strangeness sleep…
here, warmed at the fire… of my hearth … uninvited, but visiting still.
