The Serenity of Transience

It's a curious contradiction to me that the most aggressive of winter storms can bring the softest sense of quiet stillness to my mood.

It takes me to the reliable metaphor of snow "blanketing the earth" and bringing with it a sentiment of safety, security and rest for all that lies underneath the blanket.

The purity of that safe place underneath the blanket, and that transient safe moment in time which only lasts as long as the blizzard is fresh, is serene respite from the challenging stretch of winter months and my usual mood of detachment from my least-favorite season.

Migrating Toward the Sunset

"There is symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds... There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter..."

-- Rachel Carson

Here Comes the Sun

So many exciting happenings are underway for me here in Northeast Ohio. At the top of that list is that I participated in my very first craft show last weekend!

For some time now I have been creating "frameable greeting cards" from the photos I take. (See here: www.photocardart.com). I have been showing the cards to friends and family for feedback but I had never brought them to the general public. Going from a repressed and stunted photographer/artist to one who shows her vision to the outside world has been a long journey to say the least. One that has taken years (if not a 40-year lifetime) to unfold.

But I am beginning to feel that the light at the end of my tunnel is the sun coming up. I am following its light and warmth and I am trusting that a creative identity is something right for me. And it all started with flowers so this gorgeous gerbera daisy feels right to represent my shining sun...

Sweet Presence

This delicate autumn budling is only a few millimeters in size. Really, she's *that* small. But nevertheless, she rises every gradually darkening fall day and faces the adventure of change that is ahead of her with all the presence and willingness she can contain.

Trustingly, she sweetly says, "Yes" to the day and, "Yes" to the coming changes, and even, "Yes" to the imminent cold temperatures of winter she knows are not meant for her.

The little budling knows only that she is here *now* and, without worrying about the coming chill, she simply and willingly says, "Yes."

Hiding Out

This little acorn was tucked so far under the wilting grass, weeds and retiring meadow flowers that I almost missed her. What a shame that would have been!

The little nut looks to me like she is biding her time until she can become snow-covered and so nestle herself in the ground to start hibernating and gestating for the coming spring when she will emerge as a baby tree.

She looks to me as if she is trying to disappear -- not so that she isn't seen, but so that no squirrels capture her before she reaches her truest moment. She knows that her special destiny in time is not yet here and she knows that, "laying low" is a strategy she can use to help her survive until then.

She is retreating from the spotlight now so that she can gather her forces and prepare for her most authentic entrance of all...

Autumn Bounty

Autumn is at its beginning edge here in northern Ohio. It's a season I don't usually enjoy because I don't like the colder temperatures and in addition, summer *always* feels too short to me. I typically feel a dread when fall comes since it portends the soon-to-follow wintertime and the cold temperatures and gray days have always been my enemy.

But in my journey to develop more acceptance of my life I am working to see the autumn glass as half-full. That means seeing the sights of autumn through eyes that say, "Yes" instead of, "No."

With that thought in mind I ventured into the countryside this past week and stopped at some local markets which were overflowing with, what this year I made the active choice to see as, autumn's bounty.

I must say, it was beautiful...

Ready To Go

Our baby Robins are ready to fly. There are two of them this year. They have been eagerly eating everything their parents bring them so that they can gain strength and become independent.

Yesterday the baby birds were perched on the edge of the nest like this all day long, so that we thought they would leave yesterday, but this morning they are still there. They understand that the process needs to take its time and to rush it would not be in their best interests.

I am endlessly fascinated with the individuation process. To start out strong, competent and independent is not what is expected in the natural order of things.

It's O.K. to be young and hesitant and even fearful. The right time will come with sincere preparation, intention and patience.

Doing Her Thing

Amidst the confusion, and even chaos, of the ever-changing world around her, she holds steady to the only thing she truly knows -- being herself.

On the Path to a New Day

Going with the Sway

No worries. No problems. Everything's gonna be alright...

Those are the thoughts that I imagine this little beetle is having.

While the wind is blowing and the tall grasses are swaying to and fro the beetle isn't very concerned. Up and down it continues to go about its business while the world outside of its intention is doing something else...

An Abundance of Flowers

The little green bug is back! He (somehow this guy is a "he" for me) was resting quietly planning his next adventure when I found him. I can *quite* relate to him.

I move in such ebbs and flows. I take action and then rest, take action and then rest. In the past every time I rested I worried that I might never take action again since somehow the resting period can feel "wrong" if I let it.

But as I am growing more into myself I am learning that the resting is an integral part of the action. And even, it's not a necessary evil part of the action but an *absolute necessity* part of the action.

Of course the little green bug knows all that without having any stress of outside expectations. He follows his instincts and does what he needs for himself so that he can keep moving on to the next flower and the next and the next...

Tender Embrace

Seeing the Flowers

I've been busy getting summer underway but not too busy to notice all the various flowers that are in bloom this year. It seems to be a "bumper" year for flowers -- or maybe I'm just taking the time to notice more this year...

Sunny Shower Flower

I had some fun with my lone meadow flower last night when I was using the sprinker and the sun came through the trees...

The Forerunner

It's June already and summer is starting here!

I am still waiting for some wildflowers to bloom in my meadow but in the meantime there are already a few hearty spirits who have been here before.

I don't know how they came to be here or who planted them but they are showing the way for the new seeds I've sown...

Blurred Trust

Sometimes I want to control everything and *know* how it will all turn out. But I can't always do this -- or even, ever do this.

I am learning to trust the unknowing -- to allow the faint glimmers I see to be enough information for now.

Will it all turn out alright?

Will the day unfold as sunny or cloudy?

I don't know right now -- but I am learning to trust that I will be able handle whatever comes my way...

How to Ponder

"...As the bee collects nectar and departs
without harming the flower or its colour or scent,
so let the sage live in a village.
Not the faults of others
nor their errors of commission or omission,
but one's own errors and omissions should the sage consider..."

-- Buddha

The Seeds of Empowerment

For the last four days I have been working in the yard -- gardening and planting a meadow.

Although I live in the suburbs I have a large yard that is divided into two sections -- one that is close to the house and gets a lot of use -- and one that is farther back and doesn't "do" too much.

This year I decided to put that back section to work!

I am turning it into a meadow -- a field of wildflowers. I have tilled the land and planted 6 pounds of wildflower seeds (that's a lot!)

I dream of living in "the country" but have no plans to move there just yet -- so instead, I am bringing "the country" to me...

The Fortune of Presence

When I get up close and peer quietly into, what feels to me like, the heart and soul of the Dogwood tree, I truly have a hard time finding words to explain how special I find her tender and delicate beauty -- and also, I find it hard to explain how privileged I feel to be her witness.

Trusting the Misunderstanding

Tender little flower buds like this one are found on the "prickle bushes" in my yard. I actually never noticed them before. They probably come every spring but this is the first time I took such close note.

This sweet yellow bud is smaller than a pea but yet it blooms forth with abandon to attract insects for pollination...

Of course the thorn is there to protect the vulnerable bud from larger scavengers and invaders -- animals that might eat her because she is pretty -- but does the bud understand that the thorn is there to help?

The bud does what she does but at the same time does she appreciate the reality that something everyone else fears, or at the very least misunderstands, is her protector?

Is it even important that the bud understand this purpose of the thorn or is it enough that she trusts it and so blooms in its presence?