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sola luna


this is the eve of a full moon with venus and jupiter in the heavens, so close yet so far away.  these days i walk with one or the other, some days all, of the children::outside.  we make elixers to sip on with petals and water set out to be kissed by the suns’ rays, the moons beatific beams. fairy potions stirred with selenite.  they ask questions about the flowers. we ask the flowers questions about themselves. the flowers ask us about ourselves.  they show us how to see:: to look at insects found in between.  at a lone drop of dew sparkling rainbows from between dill.  at a silken web left in the grasses by something tiny, what is it? at a bee crawling into milkweed orbs as yet unopened.  some times our gaze is soft, sometimes in focus; heightened. if we have it, we share the camera.

blue chicory bitter root, bitter leaf, flush the gall from in so deep::we keep company with chicory today.  jasper on my back, aamee by my side, it’s me and my two boys in the midst of blue blue so blue, blue as the sky and aamee boy’s eyes, baby boy born blue, his 11th year around the sun is coming up in just 5 more days!  he points out it’s not all blue:: there are tints of mauve and yellow interspersed gracefully in the midst of our blue friend where he stands::lovely lovage, we love being in space with you too.  just being, breathing, aware to the sounds of bumblebees humblebees working the red clover by our feet, awake to bright yellow goldfinches flying over our heads, fleabane white and feathery tickling our senses, we are thank full for your abundance keeps the gnats away, and the scents:: sweet honey mead yes! we chat about mead, about odin and his quest for the mead guarded by the giant suttung’s daughter, gunold, about snakes and eagles and shapechanging, and how it was odin finally obtained the mead that he took with himself to share as eloquence.

we drink and drink deeply:: leaning in we see the multitudinous states and shapes the flowers are in, simultaneously~~ there are buds, seeds, flowers, spent petals~~all at various stages of growth and development and we three, we soak it in, soak it all in, until we hear a yowl from yonder where a hornet has stung little bird.  when we find her she is in the embrace of her two sisters who are chewing plantain leaves and spitting them on the two spots where she was stung, she’s waiting for me to kiss it better and then, poof, the tears dry up and i’m amazed all over again at how in love with our children i am:: at how much i enjoy discovering the world by their side, they make it new over and over and over again::and i’m filled with gratitude till the tears overflow and they kiss me all better and ask :: where to spit the plantain?


in the garden of many delights

venus and jupiter are at play

michael holds them both in sway

winging between with light


venus and jupiter are at play

merging with love at night

winging between with light

they reside in the earth by day


in michael’s warm embrace they grow

they reside in the earth by day

listening closely to what each has to say

bloom, seed, and with the four winds scattering, blow


on the sixth day


“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember
how you made it through, how you managed to survive.
You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over.
But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm,
you won’t be the same person who walked in.
That’s what this storm’s all about.”~Haruki Murakami

“As soon as you look at the world through an ideology you are finished. No reality fits an ideology. Life is beyond that. … That is why people are always searching for a meaning to life… Meaning is only found when you go beyond meaning. Life only makes sense when you perceive it as mystery and it makes no sense to the conceptualizing mind.”
― Anthony de Mello

Spiritual awakening is about discovering what’s true. Anything that’s not about getting to the truth must be discarded. Truth isn’t about knowing things; you already know too much. It’s about unknowing. It’s not about becoming true; it’s about unbecoming false so that all that’s left is truth.
-Jed McKenna

Thanks to Woodland Gnome for tuning my attention to quotations as blogging resources, this has been fun!

Awaiting your presence in the forest is her post on Perseverance :)

Be freely welcome to engage in this ~three day three quotes~ blogging venture and if you do I hope you’ll leave a link in the comments so I can enjoy your post too, thanks!

“May you live a long life
Full of gladness and health,
With a pocket full of gold
As the least of your wealth.
May the dreams you hold dearest,
Be those which come true,
The kindness you spread,
Keep returning to you.”~Irish Blessings

jet streams::great salt basin


I’ve been enjoying this three days/three quotes invitation from Woodland Gnome, especially in paring and sharing photographs with quotes from our 7 day drive to Arizona in April, which began in Virginia went through West Virginia, Kentucky, a corner of Tennessee for the crossing of the mighty muddy Mississippi, Arkansas, Oklahoma, and New Mexico to Tucson.  We made some numerous right turns, you turns, and lefties to get there as we had an atlas in hand and mapped ourselves as we travelled, despite having made a previous route.  The kids liked the mapping and the atlas and the changes in plans and we discovered that the roads we were driving were the Trail of Tears route, which eventually led us to the Sante Fe Trail along with lots of discussions about who’d been there before us, where did they come from, where we’d been and where we ought to go next.

These pictures are from Oklahoma, where we first saw the wind turbines:: giants dancing while generating power right beside oil and gas fields with cows on top of it all.  As you might imagine, this gave rise to many questions:: about power, electricity, resources, beauty, perspective, relativity, essence, people, farming, and much more.  There were so many teaching moments in Oklahoma, one of which was that beauty may very well reside in the eye of the beholder::what perspective would you be holding?

“The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play.” ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“It’s a good thing to have all the props
pulled out from under us occasionally.
It gives us some sense of what is rock under our feet,
and what is sand.” ~ Madeleine L’Engle

“I dreamt we walked together along the shore.
We made satisfying small talk and laughed.
This morning I found sand in my shoe and
a seashell in my pocket.
Was I only dreaming?”~Maya Angelou

“The mind can go in a thousand directions,
but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace.
With each step, the wind blows.
With each step, a flower blooms.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh

I hope you’ll visit Woodland Gnome’s garden, and should you choose to do so::look with a keen eye for something fine there in resides.

If you’d like to participate and leave me a comment indicating your interest, I’d be happy to pass on the invitation tomorrow:: unless you’re comfortable with simply joining :)

time to play


I’m delighted to have been invited by Woodland Gnome to participate in a foray into quotes:: three days, three quotes . . . though as you’ll see, I found a few more than one or three.  Summer days are here, and we are getting as much time as we can outside in the light, soaking it all in through our skin:: sun thirsty as we’ve been after our adventure in Arizona where it was summer before summer!  I’m getting started on this first day of posts with some photographs from the evening of summer solstice.


“While we try to teach our children all about life,
our children teach us what life is all about.”~Angela Schwindt


“For truly it is to be noted, that children’s plays are not sports, and should be deemed as their most serious actions”.~Montaigne


” Children enjoy the present because they have neither a past nor a future”. ~ Jean de la Bruyere


“Our children are like flowers to us.
Each one different.
Each one beautiful.
Each one growing strong with us.

Our children are like stars to us.
Each one sparkles.
Each one moves through the universe.
Each one closer to the heart of us.

Our children are like life to us.
Each one precious.
Each one unpredictable.
Each one having to let go of us.”~Nancy Wood


If you would like to engage in this ~three days of quotes~ blogging spree, I’d be happy to invite you (leave me a comment to indicate you’re interested) or:::just begin!

Woodland Gnome’s posting about Gifts and giving is a joy to read with many pearls of wisdom to digest and grow from, a visit to her garden is well worth the click it takes to get there ;)



chammomile, fleabane, and cinquefoil

in the dreaming eye

where swarms and stories gather

bees come to the stream

drinking generosity;

from cups that spiral

eyes awaken


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