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Christmas at Midlife

Christmas at Midlife by Mary Anne Perrone

“I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness. I believe, I Believe.

-Mary Anne Perrone

The Middle of Nowhere

“I’d rather wake up in the middle of nowhere than anywhere else on earth.”

– Steve McQueen
Forest Treasures Glowing Greens

I sort of live in the middle of no-where… at least many people may think so.  And I’ve thought a lot about that.

But it’s always someone’s somewhere isn’t it?  These woods with the tall trees are home to fox, elk, ravens, bear, coyote, wolf, and myriad wild Daisy Aloneflowers.  Life comes and goes in its natural cycle. The days too are in sweet rhythm… the whole of this living system together is  complete and vibrant and I feel that way amongst this radiant Life.

Living in the middle of nowhere to me is much like the concept that the Native Americans and this land were “discovered” by Christopher Columbus.  As if they didn’t exist until they were told who they were by the newcomers. Forest Greens with Lady Slippers

Yes, nowhere is always somebody’s somewhere. Somewhere special and unique and valued.

This particular No Where is my greatest gift.

Its quiet and wholeness help me find the essence of who I am.

Forest Greens

 “No matter how chaotic it is, wildflowers will still spring up in the middle of nowhere.”

-Sheryl Crow

“You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you.”

– Joseph Joubert

Little Wonders (There are No Weeds) – A Gallery of Photos

Ruth Bebee Hill, in her book of the Lakota, Hanta Yo, first introduced me to the nonexistence of a “weed”.  I was in my twenties when I first read her words and hadn’t thought of a weed in just that way before.  In her dedication to authenticity, the author translated the entirety of her book to the Lakota language from English, then back to English again for publication (this has since been disputed).  She stated that she had a deep sense that she had not captured the essence of the Lakota experience on her first try in English, and in learning the language, and therefore the worldview and conceptual landscape the culture lived in, she was able to give the reader a more true feel and understanding of the life and connections of the Lakota (ethnologists again disagree).    No word for “weed” exists in the Lakota language (this I believe they do agree on!).   They do not have a concept for a  throw away or non-respected plant in their world.   There is an honoring of all that is given as useful, unique and sacred.  This is a good way of living on the planet.

I captured these images (slideshow will load below) in my yard and woods.  Not planted and unplanned, these living wonders are gifts given by nature.  Beautiful and appreciated beyond measure.  Certainly not “weeds”.

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The Most Beautiful Place on Earth

“This is the most beautiful place on earth.
There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary.”

-Edward Abbey

This is the most beautiful place on earth. These words by Edward Abbey come to mind this morning, this perfect morning, at home. “There are many such places”.  And there are.  I have been away from home for ten days and have seen many of these most beautiful places – Bryce Canyon, Zion National Park, Craters of the Moon, The Nez Perce Trail, Capital Reef… Landscapes so varied and divine as to be overwhelming.  Wondrous.

But no less wondrous are the home woods…  deep forests and tall trees, Summer Forest with Soft Light copyraven conversations, Raven Chatdeer family Deer Smacking Her Lipsvisits, chipmunks, Yellow Flowerdandelions, luxuriant green carpets, stone song, bees buzzing, one perfect sky-blue butterfly, tiny wild violets, the sunlight on the new maple leaves…

 

Spring Maples

Yes, there are wonders everywhere.  Beauty.  Connection.  Spirit.

Home holds me.  The most beautiful place on earth.

Three Stones on Stump