Tag Archives: Nature

An Equinox, An Eclipse and A New Moon

Night Sky with CloudsNature’s trifecta embraces us today with possibility, power and presence.

As each day is, it is a time to be reborn.  To find center. To reach new depths. To connect. To be completely and utterly our unique selves.

This day is a harbinger of the richness of the season to come.

May you blossom and grow like this new Spring, bursting forth on all levels and in every dimension.  May you see beauty and know your own.

P.S. The last solar eclipse during a March Equinox was in 1681, so this is a big one!!

Between Stimulus & Response

 Bare Tree, Sky, Clouds, Blue Patch

 

“Between stimulus and response, there is space.  In that space is our power to choose our response.  In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”

-Viktor Frankl

Aspen Trees, Stevensville

“And the wiser you get, the more you slow down your thinking, and the more conscious you become of your emotional triggers, the more you can expand that tiny little pause – that precious little space – in which to CHOOSE how to be.  That’s where it’s at.  Choosing instead of reacting.”

-Elizabeth Gilbert

They Are Other Nations

Scooter for Canvas

“We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals… We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of haven taken form so far below ourselves.  And therein we err and greatly err.  For the animal shall not be measured by man.  In a world older and more complete than ours…gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear.  They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.

-Henry Beston

Moose, Cameron Lake2

A Strange Idea

View from Big Mountain

 

“How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us.
If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.
The white man’s dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man — all belong to the same family.”

-Chief Seattle

Once You Are Real

Rabbit2, Trail of the Cedars

“He said, ‘You become. It takes a long time.  That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.  But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.'”

-Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

 

 

 

The World in White

Bare Trees

These snow days are sweet with wonder.  The white carpet ensconces us warmly, allowing a deep simmering.  The simmering distills to peace.

A soul distilled from simmering shimmers with radiance reflecting the peace within.

Sweet, soft glow across the snow.  Oneness of white.

Time stills.

“There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.” – Joseph Wood Krutch

Andrew's Trail in Snow

“Lo. sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere.”                 -George W. Bungay

 

View from Andrew's Trail, Snow, Tall Trees Santa Rock, Snow, Trees Forest View, Snow5 Andrew's Trail in Snow