As Clear As The Drops Of Dew

As Clear As the Drops of Dew

Last night I dreamed that I saw a tiny girl, fragile and delicate, wearing slippers of devotional blue. We were sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by pillows and silks and a young child's toys. Her slippers were adorned with smooth sparkling gems, as clear as the drops of dew which gather in the leaves of Lady's Mantle. There was someone trying to do her harm. She could not hide because her slippers were so beautiful and attracted so much attention. I wanted to save her. I wanted to warn her about her slippers, tell her that she should take them off and hide them. I couldn't tell her. I couldn't save her.

The Changing Face of the Bait Industry

The underside of a mullein leaf

 

The underside of a mullein leaf

These things feel joyous to me:

the heat of the sun

the blue of the sky

the textures of things which touch my skin

the way details emerge,
so achingly beautiful,
from the chaos of the world

the feeling of soul/spiritual connection --
with things, with people, with the world

Pie

A light in dark places when all other lights go out.

Gothics AT LAST

Gothics.
Yum.
13 to go 'cause I also did Sawteeth.

High Mowing 2005

to love the vibration of one particular string

to love the fleck of light that brightens an eye

to love the breath of the earth as it rises and speaks

Your teenagers

You think...
WHY won't they go to bed?
WHY won't they clear their dishes?
WHY do I love them wildly and unreasonably?

Then they leave you a love token in the middle of the night.

This is Mr. Moo.
He was created by my progeny to greet me in the morning.

Out of the chaos -- pattern.

Out of the pattern -- mystery.

Out of the mystery -- Love.

Stories

If we don't share our stories we will all be strangers forever.

There is fear associated with telling our stories. But what the sharing does is open us to Love. To listen without judgment to someone's story is to receive the gift of their self. The story is details and descriptions of feelings and events, a cataloging of confusions and joys. It is a sorting out, a classifying. Those details can awaken us to who we are capable of becoming. They are a way of moving into the future through the past. Sharing something so full of past and of potential creates a vibrant heart connection. It creates Love. 

The greatest gift we can offer others is inner silence.

Open our hearts. Leave fear behind.
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Look at me
not with outward eye
but with inward heart.
Follow me there and see
how unencumbered we become.
~ Rumi ~
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Recent Activity in Algonkian Scholarship

Algonkian scholars have uncovered evidence that the word, "Adirondack," long thought to mean "bark eater," actually means "moccasin sucking mud."















Fourteen muddy miles and a peaceful campout. It was a great weekend.

31 high peaks climbed, 15 to go. It is so great to have a quest!

Why Was I So Hot to Come Back?

If teh letters are all corrcte but in the wrong order it still counts and you sitll get into haeven wiht your pets and your best friend and gte to lounge by the pearly gates wachting all those really really BAD spellers get snet away. And tehn sooner or later yuor turn comes around to get a new body back on earht and "Woo hoo!" you think, "This time i am gonna get all the letters in the right order." Bt it trns out tht you shuda bn thnkn bout smthng els altogthr caus nbdy is hrdly usin vwls anymre and yr tchr gvs u rlly rlly bd grds caus u kp frgttng to leev em out. And so u dnt becm a physicist lk u plnned... bt it trns out thr r no mr of thse anywy. And u thnk... "Why was I so hot to come back? Haevan was...so... haevenly.... and no one cared if I got the letters actually in the right order.

Adrift

Adrift

Setting sail from the bejeweled shore
I am alone, 
my dark boat rocking.

How do I find my way 
to those angels 
trailing great arcs of light
 around the pole star?

Some Small Thing

Days go by with a complaining mind
then some small thing
will reveal its true name --
like salt,
or water,
or warmth --
and the wonder of that
brings stillness
and gratitude.

January 2010... Colden again

Obligatory Heroic Summit Pose

Below zero wind chill

Gorgeous day

Algonquin from the summit of Colden

Marcy from the summit of Colden

Ready for Love