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Meditations on Summer – A Gallery of Photos

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“The summer night is like a perfection of thought.”

-Wallace Stevens

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.”

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



Listening to a Deeper Way


I am listening

to a deeper way.



all my ancestors

are behind me.


Be still, they say,

Watch and listen.

You are the result of the love of thousands.”

-Linda Hogan

“The woods are lovely,

dark and deep,

but I have promises to keep,

and miles to go before I sleep,

and miles to go before I sleep.”

-Robert Frost


Werifesteria – Old English – Verb

-to wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery


Walking on Clouds

“When there’s snow on the ground

I like to pretend I’m walking on clouds.”

-Takayuki Ikkaku

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or

usher in storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”

-Rabindranath Tagore

“You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.”

-Henry David Thoreau


Scenes from Winter – A Gallery of Photos

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“Let us love winter

for it is the

Spring of genius”

Pietro Aretino


“Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.”
-Mary Oliver

“No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place”

-Zen Koan

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There is solace to be found, always.

May you find your solace even amidst chaos and uncertainty, at the abiding center of yourself, deep inside.

My solace is found in silence, writing, books, animals, simplicity, music, friendship, laughter and nature, yes, these are my places.  Those sweet things that resonate to the core of being.

Yes, there is solace to be found.

“..i spill into
the kind of silence
only Khalil Gibran would understand.”

-Sanober Khan

“Writing is the supreme solace.”

-W. Somerset Maugham

“Find joy and solace in the simple, and cultivate your utopia by felling the Tao in every cubic inch of space.”

-Wayne Dyer

“Books can be a source of solace…”

-Michael Dirda

“I find solace in animals. I have a stray dog at home called Candy. I picked it up while I w as waiting at the airport one day. I always wanted to have a “macho” dog but got this sweet little thing instead.”

-Randeep Hooda


“Music has always been a great solace for me. It’s still something that gives me far more joy than movies, I must say. I love movies too.  But somehow, music can transport you. There are so many different kinds of experiences you can have with music.”

-Allison Anders

“Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister?”

-Alice Walker

“Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember,  source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a home, a teacher, a companion.

-Lorraine Anderson

“I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.”

-Anne Frank

“Laughter heals, gives solace, and is life enhancing.”

-Liz Carpenter

How lovely to find quotes for each and every one of my special solaces….

Your Own Wild Life

This Thing In You

will not take no for an answer.
This that somehow
shines strong
beneath the heavy hard hurry
of your conveniently
noisy life. This shapeless

something that shows up
everywhere –
even when you forget
to notice.

It does not
understand safe
or sensible, will not let you
get away with half
hearted, lifeless

It’s that wordless
that does not know how
to be quiet. It will continue knocking
until you throw open
the door. Until you become –

Ablaze. Awake. Madly in love.

The dazzling artist
of your own
wild life.

-Julia Fehrenbacher

February 27

This Moment is the Perfect Place to Begin

Matt Licata’s words resonated with me today…

“Turn into the ocean of your unlived life, and bring the warmth of awareness into the hidden places inside you. Behold the forms of love as they reconfigure, and open to the unmet feelings, the disowned longings, and the split-off pieces you have lost contact with. Dare to see that they do not mean you harm, but have come longing for integration. There are jewels concealed in the forgotten pathways, awaiting discovery, filled with energy and information for the journey ahead.

But the substance which shapes these pathways is of the unknown, and is unbearably creative. It was never going to turn out the way you thought. Rather than seeing this as a mistake or cosmic error, you can find rest here. It is not the rest of the mind where everything is resolved, but the rest of the heart where everything is held and metabolized in wholeness. Love will never be pinned down or worked out. It is just too wild for all that.

If we do not meet, hold, and integrate the heartbreak, the fear, the rage, and the entirety of our essence vulnerability – if we do not provide sanctuary for the aliveness of the somatic world – we will inevitably place this burden on the others in our lives, to care for it on our behalf. While others can help us along the way, they cannot take care of this sacred material for us. For this is their gift to us.

It is an act of love to remove this burden from our lovers, our friends, and our families. And to take experiential, full-spectrum responsibility for its holding and its care. As we integrate the arising narrative, emotions, feelings, and sensations within the spaciousness of awareness, we become open, warm, transparent vessels for love to come alive here, and to seed this world with its qualities.

You need not postpone being fully here for another moment. This moment is the perfect place to begin.”

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