We find comfort in constancy. In consistency. Especially in the reliable patterns of nature. I’ve written those words once or twice. Or maybe twenty times. And…I can’t resist a compelling Before & After. Or in this case, an After & Before. The ‘after’ picture above captures today’s image of a daylily in the middle of […]
The first hydrangea.
The first daylily.
And last night,
the first firefly.
about the dependable,
encouragement of nature
renews my spirit.
Guess we’ll see what the summer will bring.
Whistle in the wind, bird,
what we whisper in our hearts.
Of faces we loved.
Hands we touched.
Voices of old.
Lives we hold
in the silent, empty folds
of our still
and lonesome souls.
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Best wishes to all of you this holiday weekend.
I often think the truest emotions of the heart can’t be pictured in a drawing and can’t be articulated in words. Not by me, anyhow. Maybe that’s why we have words like ‘heartfelt.’ To convey words of the heart that don’t exist in spoken language. So I can only try to express the appreciation I have for those who have been so kind to me.
Though you might hear laughing, spinning,
swinging madly across the sun
It’s not aimed at anyone,
it’s just escaping on the run.
And but for the sky
there are no fences facing.
Mr. Tambourine Man, Bob Dylan
Nothing deep in meaning here. Just a pretty sun-shiney blue sky that reminded me of the fences facing line from Tambourine Man.
It’s rained six out of seven days, so when the morning started with sun, I decided to make sure my day included a trip to the park for a walk and tai chi. It was lovely, a bit damp and weathered by all the rain, but fresh. I took some great pictures. If you like tall grass, and trees, and flowing creeks.
It’s always a treat to do tai chi on the hard flat surface of the path instead of my bumpy back yard because it’s easier to move when you feel balanced and stable. Also the views and sounds as I move this way and that are incredible. The quiet, with just the sounds of the birds and the water in the creek. I was about half-way through the moves, starting Cloud Hands, when I noticed an animal walking down the path toward me. It brought a quick halt to my movements.
The animal, about the size of a dog, was far enough away, maybe 40 or 50 feet, but I knew immediately it was a fox. We see fox often, even in our yard. I don’t mess with them, they don’t mess with me. I’m not especially afraid of fox, but they can have rabies. Usually, they ignore people. I stopped and watched. He stopped. I’m certain we were looking at each other. And then he started up, moving in my direction along the path. At this point, I was still watching, and he was walking. Then he stopped again, and after a moment, started walking again. Still heading down the path toward me.
That was enough. I turned around and headed back down the path to the entrance, which wasn’t very far. I felt confident (well, sort of) that I could get out before he could get to me. But I was a tad nervous at that point. After I walked about 20 feet, I turned around to see if he was still there, and he’d disappeared.
At that point, though, I continued on my way out of the park. The relaxed, peaceful disposition we want to have for tai chi was gone, for sure. There’s nature, and then there’s nature. And the fox walking down the path towards me in the woods, probably his territory, is not what I’m about. It felt creepy. I’ll stick to tai chi in the back yard, and do my best with the uneven terrain there. Of course, we get fox in the yard too, but that’s my territory.
I took some photos. It’s not easy to see the fox, but he’s definitely there, strolling down the path. In the top photo, he’s almost a dot near the end of the trail. For the photo below, I zoomed, so he’s not as close as he appears in the picture.
A spectacular late blooming hybrid beauty. All these colors and patterns are on display on the same bush. Sometimes all the colors show up on a single blossom.
is what a five-year old girl sees
when you read her a fairy tale.
is something that lives in the sweetest part of our soul
and never grows up.