11/4/15 The range, in repose

11.4.15 The forest path , come morning

11.4.15 as we have the warm spell to languish in, til real fall and almost winter hit the streets.

The tree blossoming and leaf showers that send hundreds of bright leaves floating about everywhere - these are almost finished , here in early November, as the huge flocks of Wild Turkeys come in closer, away from coyote , from hunters , their young ones tagging along behind them , the Toms all tuckered out, still, from puffing up and protecting hens, the lot of them preferring shorn corn fields rich with dried corn kernels , that they compete with the adolescent crows for, as we have the warm spell to languish in, til real fall and almost winter hit the streets.

 

11.3.15 Never stop

There are so many vantage points possible.

Never stop moving about,

 and looking once again .

 

11.3.15 Rendering home

Sometimes it takes us so long to learn how to craft a home that nourishes and pleases. I have known some who excel at this: who have not underestimated the powerful balance and stability provided for them, body and soul, by taking care of their surroundings. 

By gradually growing a home that nourishes, inspires , fosters laughter , and piques interest. 

I love visiting these homes again and again, because they are kept up- as one cares for and listens to and responds to a garden or a dear friend. These places are acknowledged for the reciprocal relationship they are , with the knowledge that the restorative capacity is priceless.

11.3.15 Keeping on

Faith is what we grow

when we have no idea what lies ahead,

but  still we keep on .

 

11.3.15 The broad sweep of the day, at rest

11.2.15 So that when you go walking out into the forest in the early morning

The Oak trees on the distant hills shine, bright crimson in the morning light. these days as we wander through shorn cornfields, through the Autumn forest, and it's thickets. 

In the woods, oftentimes when a large tree grows old and falls, roots pull up the soil with its descent, leaving a crater, in the earth. 

Seasons pass, leaves fall, storms blow debris about the forest floor, and these places become protected areas for the wild creatures. 

So that when you go walking out into the forest in the early morning, you come upon the small circular indentations, all the leaves compressed and a definite shape. 

Because this is where someone curled into a ball, and quietly spent the night.