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A Saturday saunter: Morning

While the moon was waning.

Take the whole teatime just to drink your tea. I started doing this in airports. Instead of reading, I sit there and look at everything, and appreciate it. Even if you don’t feel appreciation, just look. Feel what you feel; take an interest and be curious. Write less; don’t try to capture it all on paper. Sometimes writing, instead of being a fresh take, is like trying to catch something and nail it down. This capturing blinds us and there’s no fresh outlook, no wide-open eyes, no curiosity.

~ Pema Chodron

One foggy morning.

The quote from Pema Chodron is so interesting to me in terms of the idea of writing and how it can be like “trying to catch something and nail it down.”  Photography can be that way, too.  There’s a kind of balance necessary that I think we need in most activities, most especially those that involve a passion.  It’s easy to lean too far in the direction of no longer experiencing what I am recording with the camera.  It becomes all about framing and capturing what is happening rather than living the events.  This analogy is probably good for anything we do that takes us out of the experience of life.

Walking to work (so to speak — on my way to homeschool fun with the boys).

I recently had a 1:1 with my teacher as part of the individualized study portion of the yoga teacher training I’ve been involved in.  (It should be noted that Karin, my teacher, refers to it as the anti-200 hour training.  If you want to read more, you can find the information at her website, Return Yoga.)  We talked about a lot of things, but the thing I want to share involves the early morning and watching the sunrise.

I pass small gardens on my way to play/work, too. I love that the gardens around here are so messy. They remind me of my own.

One practice that I have been consistent about, no matter where I am, is watching the sunrise.  Oh, I might miss it occasionally, usually after a bad night of insomnia, the kind in which I fall asleep about an hour before I would normally wake up.  Having been thinking a lot about ritual, I realized how much of a ritual observing the sunrise has become for me.  I hesitated over the word “observing” because there are days, many days, when I feel I am a part of it, not just a witness.

Singled out.

I wonder if that is what ritual is all about, becoming part of the act itself.  I believe so  Because I am so interested in words, I looked up the etymology of the word ritual.  Wikipedia has a long article that includes the origins, and there is apparently speculation that it might have come from the Sanskrit ṛtá which means “visible order” or “the lawful and regular order of the normal, and therefore proper, natural and true structure of cosmic, worldly, human and ritual events.”

Goldenrod season is upon us.

I’m not sure about “proper, natural, and true” but do appreciate the idea of regular order.  I like routine, as most of us do.  What changes routine to ritual, I believe, is the notion of the sacred.  I do not necessarily mean the divine or Divine, but sacred in the sense of being holy or whole (the word “holy” springs from hāl  meaning “uninjured, sound, healthy, entire, complete” via Wikipedia).

The Queen Anne’s Lace is still blooming but not quite as prolifically as it was a few weeks ago.

We are winding things down in regards to our stay here in the Bogs (NE Ohio).  We’ll be traveling home in a little over a week.  This time is filled with poignant moments, almost in sync with the slow waning of summer seen in the meadows and even in some of the trees.  There are hints of autumn everywhere.

Enjoying the mint.

I’ve finished my stint as Circle Time leader and homeschooler, for now.  I am thankful for the opportunity.  I felt a little out of my element at first, but it didn’t take long to get into the spirit of things.  The Little Wookie and Little Peanut are well on their way towards routine and learning preschool skills.  Circle Time has changed from a kind of chaotic beginning where they were bouncing around to a more focused sing-along now that they know the words to the songs and what to expect in terms of the ordering of things.  They give a rousing rendition of 7 Days of the Week.  (Don’t visit that link/song unless you’re willing to have that song in your head for a while.)

Change is a constant. (We’ve had a few mornings in which the temperature was in the 40’s.)

Thank you so much for dropping by and visiting with me today.  I hope to post at least once more before we hit the road and head back to the Wabi-Sabi Ranch on the Eastern Shore of Maryland.  We’ll be home in time for peak hurricane season.  Oh joy.  I see there are currently two named storms out there (Laura and Marco).  They look to be headed towards the Gulf states rather than up the east coast.  I hope they don’t cause too much trouble.  Back on the Eastern Shore, they’ve had a great deal of rainfall over the past month.  Too much, perhaps.  We’ll see what that means when we return.

Please be safe, be well, and be kind.  As observed here in Ohio, kindness is not always easy to come by these days due to the messages coming down from above.  Even something as simple as wearing a mask to protect others appears to be beyond what some are willing to do.  Thankfully, there are those who understand what it means to be kind, to help, and to reach out to those in need, and I’m pretty sure they outnumber those who don’t.

Leaves in the light.

A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy:  1,506)  Spending time on what feels like home ground.  1,507)  Goofing around with toddlers and laughing at their silly jokes.  1,508)  Chilly mornings spaced in between the hot days.  1,509)  Sharing meals with family.  1510)  Spending some time with a friend even if we had to physically distance.  It was a beautiful day to sit outside and chat.

Yesterday morning, when the colors chased the light across the sky.


Robin is... too many things to list, but here is a start: an artist and writer; a photographer and saunterer; a daughter and sister and granddaughter; a friend, a partner, a wife, a mother, and a grandmother; a gardener, a great and imaginative cook, and the creator of wonderful sandwiches.

18 thoughts on “A Saturday saunter: Morning

  1. Lovely photos, as always, Robin. It must feel like your summer whizzed by (I know mine did). Technically, we are a month away from officially autumn, but as you pointed out, the subtle changes have already begun.
    We’re in yet another spell of hot days, but by now, I’m used to the heat, I just don’t accomplish a lot! I wish we received some of that mid-Atlantic rain. The ground is parched and the trees are beginning to look stressed. Our stream is down to a barely audible trickle. I’m sure the rains will come in time, probably by mid-Sept.
    Have a good week ahead, squeeze in as much joy as you can!

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    1. Thank you, Eliza. 🙂 Some the streams and creeks here are completely dry. We might get some rain later in the week from Laura or Marco.
      The time certainly has gone by quickly. It’s almost hard to believe that we’ll soon be going home.


  2. If those who understand what it means to help, to care, don’t outnumber their opposites, it’s time for this world to call it a day. Lovely photos, as usual, and safe trip back to Wabi Sabi.

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    1. Thank you so much, Ally. 🙂 There is something about being in this place that feels like home, and I think that is the peace you mention. I had hoped I could reach that point on the Eastern Shore, but I think there is more to it than just getting to know a landscape (which is what I thought might account for that feeling here). We’ve lived in many different places, but this one has always felt the most like home to me.

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  3. As always, my world is acting the opposite to yours. Everywhere I look I see signs of spring! Autumn and spring are both such beautiful seasons though, with so very many signs of change. It sounds like there is more change going on in your world right now though than just the changing seasons. xx

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    1. I always marvel at how the world is so different for us, Joanne, in terms of the seasons. I know there are good, scientific reasons for it, but it still feels magical to me. Yes, a lot of change happening these days, inner and outer. 🙂

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  4. This was so well done Robin. Your photos did nail down some scenes. I am with you on the kindness. This is the saddest time I have ever experienced in my 59 years. Instead of searching for solace, I am hiding in safety. I do hope things change “from above.” It is nice to read words from a kindred spirit. Stay safe.

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    1. Thank you, Flower. 🙂 I will be back to hiding in safety when we return home. I almost felt like we’d entered the wild or something when we took the risk to come here. It will certainly be much quieter at home.

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  5. Pema is so wise, isn’t she? And I’m with you. I usually love to read. But I find myself more appreciative of the world and my surroundings during this COVID time. The slowdown makes me more thoughtful, I guess. Good to know you’re out there in your corner of the world doing the same. We’re not alone!

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