little mysteries

little mysteries . . . underneath the fresh fallen crystalline spheres . . .

mindful

these words are excerpted from the poem "mindful" 

written by mary oliver

"Everyday

I see or hear

something

that more or less

kills me

with delight,

that leaves me

like a needle

in the haystack

of light.

It was what I was born for —

to look, to listen,

to lose myself

inside this soft world —

to instruct myself

over and over

in joy,

and acclamation."

asking the questions . . . .

asking questions of the water, the air, and the rocks  . . . after all, they've been here a while and have likely sorted out a few things!

in my mother's garden

late december . . .

leaning forward . . .

leaning forward . . . into the mystery . . .

happy christmas!

reeds and fog

my classroom door

braided needles

today walking home through the rain . . . each drop . . . each tiny piece of lichen . . . each braided birch needle . . . a story.

open water . . .

moving from mid to late december and there is still open water . . . . such a good metaphor for life . . .

late afternoon

december . . . a biting wind, snow flurries . . . it feels a little closer to what i would expect . . .

unperturbed . . .

today on yard duty . . . i saw this dandelion clock . . . it was quivering in a steady, chill breeze . . . i thought of the word "unperturbed" as i took this picture . . .

through a murky eye . . . .

riding in to school this morning bedevilled by a lower intestinal devil-bug that clouded both my mind and my body . . . my legs were like jelly . . . my mind like some sort of phosphorescent jam . . . no matter! i am alive and my life is good ... and getting better . . . .

home is where the hearth is . . .

the two of you . . .

"and we, who always think

of happiness as rising feel the emotion

that almost overwhelms us

whenever a happy thing falls."

rainer maria rilke 

duino elegies: the tenth elegy

through the fog . . .

sid the cat

sid spent some time with me on my front porch  . . . .

my street skyscape at dusk

looking down my street at dusk from the front and the back porch . . . .

early morning sun

it's been pretty dark and overcast for some time now and i think a dose of s.a.d. has crept into my body and mind so seeing the sun like this on the river was super thrilling!!!

unperturbed

end of the day

the little lights . . .

the sky and the river

the sky and the river reading poetry to each other . . .

crescent street at dusk

the great expanse

december sixth . . .

i miss my dad . . .

practice flights are done . . .

old wires

energy still courses down theses old wires . . . .

as above, so below dec. 2015

a super glorious filled-with-energy day . . . and the setting-sun-show was pretty fine with very much an "as above, so below" quality about it!