10.3.16 Only the beginning

I've always been drawn to the repetition of things. 

Ways of illuminating the passage of time. 

The variations of a face, a relationship, a neighborhood..different times of day. 

Different weather, and seasons. 
I remember coming across Wanda Gag's beautiful illustrations of the same place,

 in all four seasons. Somehow I found it so soothing, making order, reminding us of the cycles. 
Now with a quieter life, with child-raising pretty much done, 

I find great succor in the cycles. 

I find myself struck by the intricate changes in one place- 

in a forest, 

or by a field. 

Same place, different circumstance. 
I begin to get to know the terrain.

 

10.3.16 What a beautiful billowy day

Out back, at the OK Corral here, the vast Conservation Field watches
as big sky country glances on by.

10.3.16 Gleaming beauty black

Corvid. 2 1/2 years old. Born here. 
Four siblings. Close relations. 
Starting to hang with other young corvids. 

Territorial about our compost. 

Beautiful and big now, vocal and opinionated, 

gleaming beauty black.

10.2.16Hunting season ready

10.2.16 How you look

when it's a cool rainy cozy Sunday morning

and your humans are being happy and lazy and slow

and you're just sitting there waiting for your run.

10.1.16 So long fresh air

I still need to shut the storms windows. 
So long fresh fresh open windowed air. 
Hello standing out inhaling 
the cold fresh stuff.

10.1.16 Settled back down

Each new day we forget and then remember to leave off our weighty, unnoticed assertions we drone on to ourselves, about how this is not enough and that needs to be much more and how will we ever do this and then what will happen.

I was sitting here early this morning, not knowing I was doing this. Forgetting the ardent meditation of not enough I was feeding and serving.

When one of the cats came up for a rub, and for just a moment I had this realization that I could just smile and rub. Not set off upon some internal rant of how he needs this and I should really be doing more of that and how will I manage and on and on. He just rubbed on my hand and I scratched his chin and just loved him and somehow remembered.

I settled down into just rubbing scratching 
beneath his chin and looking into his eyes 
and listening to the earth awaken 
outside the window 
and being settled back down here.