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Morning walk

A bouquet in a field of wheat.

The ancient words of the Orthodox liturgy, or the Om mani padme hum, or the Upanishads, have an incantatory power — a power of invoking that which they seek to invoke — because they have been repeatedly uttered.  But they have been repeatedly uttered because millions have trusted them.  To take etymology really seriously is to trust words.

And perhaps that’s what it’s all about.  In my less depressive moments, I think that there’s a deep and universal principle at work — which is that if you really, really trust the world (a world that includes words) and make yourself wholly vulnerable in the event of your trust being misplaced, the world always honors and rewards the trust and vulnerability.  You can call it faith or grace if you want.

~ Charles Foster, Emergence Magazine

For me, language is a freedom. As soon as you have found the words with which to express something, you are no longer incoherent, you are no longer trapped by your own emotions, by your own experiences; you can describe them, you can tell them, you can bring them out of yourself and give them to somebody else. That is an enormously liberating experience, and it worries me that more and more people are learning not to use language; they’re giving in to the banalities of the television media and shrinking their vocabulary, shrinking their own way of using this fabulous tool that human beings have refined over so many centuries into this extremely sensitive instrument. I don’t want to make it crude, I don’t want to make it into shopping-list language, I don’t want to make it into simply an exchange of information: I want to make it into the subtle, emotional, intellectual, freeing thing that it is and that it can be.

~ Jeanette Winterson

Someone I met along the way.

This morning was wonderfully cool and breezy.  Perfect walking weather.  Even the deerflies were less than usual in numbers and annoyance.

A terrapin moving through the grass.

I didn’t walk far.  I wanted to look at the wheat fields next door.  They’re getting close to ripening or harvest time.  Wheat in all its stages is, to me, quite beautiful.  My fascination with it began when we moved here.  Would you believe it’s been nine years already?  Time has managed to once again move in both rabbit and turtle speed.

On the side of the road.

I’ve been traveling again and had the good fortune of celebrating a third spring in the form of peonies just being in bloom.  It was lovely, especially in terms of seeing family, but I’m also glad to be home and settling in for a while.  I know some people thrive on car trips and travel.  While I do enjoy a change of scenery and exploring new places, I find it exhausting.  I think I’m more homebody than traveler by nature.

Peonies in bloom, elsewhere and from a morning walk taken a few days ago.

The rabbits, who (whom?  I’m never quite sure) I was worried about earlier in the season, have taken over the place again.  I don’t know where they were hiding out during the early spring months, but I needn’t have worried.  There are plenty of them, as usual.  A pair of bald eagles were playing overhead, and the red-winged blackbirds were harassing a crow.  I find that interesting.  In the winter months, all the blackbirds tend to hang out together.  Come spring, it’s as if they never knew each other.

The yarrow is blooming.

I don’t see the deer too much lately.  That’s been true since the last hunting season.  I had hoped by now that the mamas would be bringing the new fawns out for us to see.  Perhaps they’re busy hanging out in the wheat.  While driving by one of the fields last week, I saw a deer poking her head up out of the wheat.  I wish I could have captured it for you.

Vetch in the wheat.

This weekend is going to be about rest and relaxation with the exception of a few chores that will need to be done.  I’d like to spend the next few weeks or months doing some nourishing and nurturing things.  The usual morning practice, walks, eat good food (there has been a little too much of the salty and sugary in my life lately, with all the travel), rest when needed, write, read, draw, paint, work in the garden, take the camera out and about, and more of that sort of stuff.  Call it a prolonged retreat.  Maybe I’ll even spend a few days in silence, just to see what it’s like.

At the back of one of the fields.

My morning walk was relatively short so it’s probably best that I keep this post relatively short, too.  Thank you so much for dropping by and visiting with me today.  If you’d like, let’s meet out at the Point for sunset this evening.  There might be clouds and rain, there might not.  It’s rather dry here again so I’m hoping for rain.  At any rate, it will be nice to get out there again and take a short walk on the beach.  Sunset is scheduled for 8:26 PM.  It’ll be relatively cool for this time of year (in the upper 70’s).  Hopefully the breeze will keep the bugs away.

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

An explosion of grass in the wheat.

A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy:  2,026)  Time with family.  2,027)  The beauty of wheat and weeds.  2,028)  Safe travels and being home again.  2,029)  Rabbits and red-winged blackbirds.  2,030)  Writing practice and finding words again.

When the wheat was emerald green.


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.

17 thoughts on “Morning walk

  1. So many beautiful photos, Robin. That wheat is beautiful. This seems to be another rabbit year. They are all over the place. We have a patch of golden rod, allium, and something else that two rabbits like to shelter in. Thunderstorms here right now. . .

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  2. Glad to see you back, Robin. Sounds like you had a wonderful visit with family, though I get it that you’re glad to be home. Traveling is wearying, and when we stray from our customary healthy eating habits, our bodies seem to crave a return to “normal.” Love that bunny — our babies have all hopped to freedom, much to Monkey’s disappointment! I think he was hoping at least one would stick around for him to herd.

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    1. Thank you, Debbie. 🙂 The babies (bunnies) continue to multiply around here. I saw about 15 rabbits hanging out on the driveway this morning. Monkey would have a good time herding this bunch.

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  3. Your wheat photos are absolutely stunning, Robin. Beauty – then again, I expect no less from you. It’s nice to take the time to nurture one’s self. I don’t think we do it nearly enough.

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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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