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The softness of spring

Dogwood dreaming.

Sometimes you are privileged with a glimpse of the other world, when the light shines up from the west as the sun sets and dazzles something wet. The world is just water and light, a slide show through which your spirit glides.

~ Fanny Howe

Redbud reaching.

Beauty is the harvest of presence.

~ David Whyte

Branching off.

It never ever ceases to awe and amaze me how fast spring moves across the landscape here in the Bogs of NE Ohio.  When we arrived, the trees were mostly bare and still taking their winter nap.  Then, one day when you’re not really paying attention, the Green Man moves in with his paint brush and suddenly green begins to spread out and take over.

Taken with my phone camera, but you get the general idea of what I mean by the Green Man adding his touch to the land.

Pathways of green spring up where it was once brown and dry with last year’s leaves.  Violets, dogwoods, wild strawberries, and redbuds bloom.  The air is scented with the perfume of lilacs.  And the light has subtly shifted.

A couple.

Self-knowledge is not clarity or transparency or knowing how everything works, self-knowledge is a fiercely attentive form of humility and thankfulness, a sense of the privilege of a particular form of participation, coming to know the way we hold the conversation of life and perhaps, above all, the miracle that there is a particular something rather than an abstracted nothing and we are a very particular part of that particular something.

~ David Whyte, Consolations

Weeping cherry.

This visit, along with this past year and all it brought, has been an exercise in learning about relationships, community, and myself (as well as my Self).  Life lessons appear to be on speed dial or something.  They keep coming fast, sometimes landing hard, sometimes gently incorporating themselves into my thoughts or being or life.

I’m not sure what these are, other than beautiful and prolific.

The first week of Emergence Magazine’s course A Deep Dive into Spiritual Ecology (Part 2) took place last week.  The guest teacher was David Abram, author of The Spell of the Sensuous.  I read The Spell of the Sensuous last year and loved it.  It was such an interesting look at how our relationship with earth and the other-than-human is influenced by language.

Listening to David Abram speak was a lot like listening to poetry.  He offered up beautiful and thought-provoking ideas and exercises to help us better connect with nature, with the earth, with the conversation that is constantly going on around us between wind, trees, birds, and everything out there.  Mr. Abram’s assertion is that everything is alive, or at least we should start with the idea that everything is alive, even the rocks, the boulders, and the mountains.  This led to an engaging bit of conversation about technology and whether or not it is alive.

Another look.

A story must be judged according to whether it makes sense. And ‘making sense’ must be here understood in its most direct meaning: to make sense is to enliven the senses. A story that makes sense is one that stirs the senses from their slumber, one that opens the eyes and the ears to their real surroundings, tuning the tongue to the actual tastes in the air and sending chills of recognition along the surface of the skin. To make sense is to release the body from the constraints imposed by outworn ways of speaking, and hence to renew and rejuvenate one’s felt awareness of the world. It is to make the senses wake up to where they are.

~ David Abram, The Spell of the Sensuous

A soft landing.

I reckon that’s enough rambling from me for now.  Thank you so much for visiting with me on this warm, almost summery day.  We’ve had some lovely sunrises and sunsets lately.  The moon as it set yesterday morning was big and pinkish-orange, and it floated above the trees on the horizon just before sunrise as if trying to imitate the sun itself.  Sunset here is a little later than on the Eastern Shore.  It’s scheduled for 8:18 PM here, where we’re on the back edge of Eastern Time.  (At home, on the front edge of Eastern Time, sunset is at 7:50 PM.)  I’d invite you to watch the sunset with me this evening but I will be in Gita class.  If you have time and the inclination, step outside wherever you are and let me know what sunset looks like for you this evening.

Please be safe, be well, and be kind.

Rich colors.

A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy:  1,756)  The many flowers of spring.  1,757)  A Happy Merry Everything party this past Sunday.  We celebrated Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and all the birthdays.  We had decorations, Christmas music, and even some trick-or-treating (complete with costumes) as the kids ran around the outside of the rental house to the different doors to collect candy from the adults.  It was so much fun.  1,758)  Bucket fishing with the Little Wookie and the Little Peanut.  One of them dips a bucket in the water at the edge of the pond, usually in a weedy spot.  Then the bucket is emptied onto a screen/sieve (something their dad made for them) and we look to see if anything was caught.  So far there have been tadpoles, pollywogs, snails, crawfish, and the occasional small fish along with lots of mud, muck, and decaying plants.  The boys put the critters into another bucket that they’ve half-filled with pond water so they can look at them for a little while.  Eventually (usually within a few minutes), the critters are gently returned to the pond where they can get on with life.  1,759)  Dropping expectations and exploring anticipation.  1,760)  An afternoon to rest and relax.

Setting moon.


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.

9 thoughts on “The softness of spring

  1. I haven’t been paying attention, so busy with Katie-girl, so I didn’t know this was a special moon, but I did notice it last night and the night before, and even for a bit early this morning. We can’t see the horizon, neither east nor west, from here at the house, so I didn’t see it set. I thought it looked pretty special though. Then I started seeing photos show up on FB and realized I should have gone somewhere to see it set this morning!

    Please remember, if you have time, that you are invited up here to feed the birds. Talk about communicating with nature! 🙂 We have both been vaccinated, my 2 weeks past the 2nd shot is tomorrow, Bruce’s was last week. We have a guest room. Just an invite, no pressure!

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    1. Thank you so very much for the invite, Dawn. It’s been crazy-busy here and it is unlikely that I will be able to take you up on your generous offer. There has been a lot to do around the house (that we’re renting to our youngest son and his family) and we have also been trying to fill in for the babysitter/nanny (who basically stopped working last November) so that our son and daughter-in-law can work and catch a break every now and then. I will get up there someday. 🙂

      I hope all is well with you and with Katie. I’ve not been able to keep up with much of anything online. There is a new babysitter/nanny starting today and that will mean I’ll have time in the mornings to catch up. Maybe.


  2. My sunsets are always seen through the filter of 10,000 trees, but the sky colors are always interesting, esp. if there are clouds that color up in pink or orange..
    Sounds like you are having a blast with the grandkids. Seeing the photo of the crawdads brought me right back to my own childhood. We had a pond behind our house that was a great playground in spring and summer.

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  3. Oh I know this Green Man . I saw he had been there too, this morning. That very sweet tender bursting newborn green – your photos are beautiful as always

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  4. It sounds like you are having such an enjoyable, special time with your family. And isn’t it funny that because of the horror of the past year, your grandchildren will be able to say–remember that time we had a Happy Everything celebration? Beautiful photos–spring is such a beautiful, fleeting time.

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Comments are delightful and always appreciated. I will respond when I can (life is keeping me busy!), and/or come around to visit you at your place soon. Thank you!

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