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A summer-like Saturday

In a wheatfield.

Just as the wave cannot exist for itself, but is ever a part of the heaving surface of the ocean, so I must never live my life for itself, but always in the experience which is going on around me.

~ Albert Schweitzer

How can I be useful?  If you aren’t asking yourself that question every day, I submit to you that you don’t yet fully believe that we’re all in this together.

~ Eric Liu

At the edges, where things get beautifully messy.

I’ve been sitting here for a little while, maybe thirty or forty minutes, trying to figure out how to start this post.  It’s difficult to tell, some days, whether I have too much or too little to say.  I’m falling on the side of too much today.  Too much of everything, maybe, in terms of how the world is rolling.  I’ve started, stopped, deleted, started over, several times.

A young buck.

I am, like many other people, angry, disgusted, frustrated, sad, in grief, sick (not physically), and pretty much all the things.  I am also tired, but not nearly as tired or as sick or as angry or as any of the feelings, as those who can’t go for a jog (Ahmaud Arbery),  take a walk around their neighborhood (Ezell Ford), play in a park (Tamir Rice), drive home from dinner (Philando Castile), eat ice cream in their living room (Botham Jean), or even go to sleep in their own bed (Breona Taylor), without fear of being killed.

Keeping an eye out.

So, let’s take a walk for a little while.  It’s been muggy and buggy here, but we’ll manage.  There are worse conditions (see above paragraph if you don’t think that’s true).  The wind should be shifting sometime soon with the arrival of a cold front.  Maybe we’ll be able to feel it as it happens.  I enjoy those moments, when things shift for the better.

Having brunch.

Maybe we’ll see some of the other inhabitants out and about.  Maybe we’ll hear them rustling in the woods or in the marsh grasses, singing, whistling or chattering, splashing in the water, or even slithering across the ground (that’s how I usually end up seeing snakes — I hear their movements).  The little bit of world that is what I call the Wabi-Sabi Ranch is quite alive.  Humans are the minority when it comes to all the creatures that live on the property.

A black snake in the woods.

We can sit on the dock by the creek or the bench by the pond and watch the tide as it ebbs and flows.  Maybe we’ll even catch that moment in-between, when it’s neither coming nor going.  We can watch for the terrapins to pop up their little heads or the fish jumping and splashing.

Reflecting the gray skies.

The scrounger’s garden is near the pond so we can stop by there to see what the flowers are doing.  The irises are almost finished, but the sage has been blooming like crazy.  It’s pretty likely we’ll get buzzed by a hummingbird or two while we’re there.  They like to come around and check us out.

Sage in the scrounger’s garden.

We could spend a little time watching the crazy bunnies.  They can be quite entertaining.

Running and hopping.

When we’re finished with our walk, we can have a seat on the deck or, if the bugs are really bad, on the screened-in porch where we can continue to watch whatever is going on outside.  Maybe we’ll talk.  Or maybe we’ll just sit and let the moments pass in a comfortable silence.

Taking a dust bath.

Thank you so much for visiting with me today.  Please feel free to stay until sunset.  I think the clouds might enhance whatever might show up if they continue to thin/clear out.  Sunset is scheduled for 8:19 PM.  We can watch from the porch or walk out to the dock.  Your choice.

Please be safe, be well, and be kind.  ♥

A moment of silence.

A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy (with a note that this is hard to do lately, but it’s something I think we should be doing when we can):  1,431)  Wellness.  1,432)  Videos of Wookie and Peanut happily at play.  1,433)  Crazy bunnies.  1,434)  Young bucks.  1,435)  Those who are on the front lines, doing what they can to make this a better country and a better world.  For all.

A moment of prayer.

Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. I use the word “love” here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, or a state of grace – not in the infantile American sense of being made happy but in the tough and universal sense of quest and daring and growth.

~ James Baldwin


Robin is a photographer, artist, writer, yoga teacher, sometime poet, wife, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, friend, and occasional traveler currently living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. She shares her daily walks and meanders, a lot of quotes, some of her artwork, and a lot of her photography here on Ye Olde Blogge. Older posts can be found at Life in the Bogs, her previous blog. Robin and her husband are (still!) in the midst of renovating the house and cleaning up the property they refer to as the Wabi-Sabi Ranch, 35 acres that include marsh, a dock on a tidal creek, meadows, and woodlands. Every day brings new discoveries.

8 thoughts on “A summer-like Saturday

  1. The world is crazy and much is horrible, so thank goodness for nature–the flowers and the deer and those rabbits. I love that jumping shot! When we have our family Friday night Zoom dinners, we light the candles, and then if anyone wants to they can share something that they’re grateful for or something good from the week. Of course, we share the bad, too. 😏

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  2. I am having trouble finding gratitude these days, although I recognize I have many things to be grateful for. I am so disturbed as I look at the world, it feels a lot like I remember of the parts of the 50s and 60s where I was old enough to pay attention, and was not too busy as a new young mother to pay attention. Killings of innocent blacks – the ones we heard about in those days primarily in the south. Martin Luther King and the marches. The deaths of two of the Kennedys. Imperfect beings, all, but working for the betterment of man, for equality, for unity. But at least in those years, we had hope. And here we are, 60+ years later, repeating the same mistakes. Why can’t we see we all bleed red, we all walk on two feet, we all breathe the same air, we all want the same things for our families and friends – why the hell does color matter anyway? Color is meant to be an adornment in our lives, not a detriment. Why do we keep repeating the dark parts of our history?
    I want to be proud of our country again. I want – fairness. Enough. Hope. For everyone, regardless of race, religion, or color. I want.


  3. The world (sadly, especially in the States) has gone mad. Yes, step away from it for a moment and visit with the beautiful animals you are so blessedly surrounded by.
    Gorgeous photos.


  4. Finding grace in the middle of madness is difficult for all of us. Thank you for this heartfelt post that puts into perspective for me. Also, the photo of the rabbit jumping over the other rabbit is amazing.

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  5. It is a hard time being out in the world. It is heart-breaking that the color of one’s skin can make one fear for his or her life. It’s so funny how I’ve spent most of my life learning how to take off the many masks I’ve worn, but now am choosing to embrace wearing a mask. It continually reminds me that life is always changing and so many positions I’ve taken need to be relinquished as life moves and changes. It also is teaching about truly standing in these shoes and the possibility of making a choice that feels best in each moment. As for those bugs…you are right…there are worse things. But sometimes they can be so challenging.


  6. This has been a tough week – Like the bunny, I am praying like crazy that sanity comes to the surface and prevails. I do not want to let my fears get the better of me. Nature gives me a respite from the human world. There is great hope for the future out there.


  7. I think that rabbit is face palming. Not much else to do sometimes. I love those rabbit photos. And that wheat–if it’s near you now, try to catch a picture of it “blueing.” It turns a lovely color before it starts to ripen–would happen sometime in June. And yes, it’s awful. Too much is awful. I wrote about it last night because I was so angry. Stay safe. Keep meditating.


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