Saturday, May 02, 2015


It is just wise to learn to hold things loosely. Everything is passing. In an instant, everything you have become familiar with and attached to can change or be taken away from you. Even the plans you make for any moment beyond this one are tenuous. We have been so conditioned to believe that it is wise to map out the future even though everything beyond this moment is just an imagined uncertain future. What if that accepted conventional wisdom is just completely wrong? I mean seriously. What if that is a completely unwise-backwards-enemy-of-freedom approach to this one short unrepeatable unpredictable life? And please spare me all the arguments as to why what I am suggesting is unwise. Believe me......I already know those arguments.

What if there really is a radically different wiser way of being in this world? A way where we leave behind all the justifications and excuses that keep us hanging onto a way that really is just below us....below love. I for one really believe there is. Call me crazy. I'm okay with that.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015


Nature is brimming full of eternal echo.....and is always trying to communicate with us.....and does with those who learn to quiet themselves to where they can hear it.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015


The healing of the soul and mind and eyes begins in a moment… When one recoginizes the beauty of the ordinary. Sometimes it is so visually astounding it stops you in your tracks and leaves you speechless. I love those moments. I really do. But my favorite moments, I do believe, are those moments when it is so astounding in its subtlety. It is this kind of beauty that is missed by most.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015


 It might just be the first and most important threshold. The one that makes opening up to the other needed ones possible.

"To awaken a sense of our ancient longing for Nature can help us to anchor our longing. When we go out alone and enter its solitude, we return home to our souls. When you find a place in Nature where the mind and heart find rest, then you have discovered a sanctuary for your soul.

 Perhaps Nature senses the longing that is in us, the restlessness that never lets us settle. She takes us into the tranquility of her stillness if we visit her. We slip into her quiet contemplation and inhabit for awhile the depth of her ancient belonging. Somehow we seem to become one with the rhythm of the universe. Our longing is purified, and we gain strength to come back into life refreshed and to refine our ways of belonging in the world. Nature calls us to tranquility and rhythm. When your heart is confused or heavy, a day outside in Nature's quiet eternity restores your lost tranquility."
 ~ Eternal Echoes

Tuesday, March 17, 2015


Celtic spirituality had a wonderful recognition of Nature as the theater of Divine presence. That Nature in other words wasn’t an object and it wasn’t matter. It was the place where Divine presence articulated its imagination and showed in some sense its rhythms and its beauty.
~ John O’Donohue

Monday, February 23, 2015


I always get caught up in the anticipation of the arrival of each new season. But it is always bitter sweet. Every season is full of its own wonder and diversity and I always sense some loss with regard to the one that is slipping away. But one of the beautiful things about the natural world and the seasons is that in a very trustable way they always cycle back around. They are never exactly the same but they always carry a familiarity with them.

The Trumpeter Swans, Bald Eagles, and other migratory birds, as well as the bleak and eerily beautiful winter landscapes will return. And if I am graced with the number of days that allows me to be present at the arrival of the next one.....I will be out there again to brave the cold and sometimes harsh realities of this particular season.....anticipating the surprise made possible by the unpredictable side of it that is equally a part of it all.



A few things have come together today.

In a Wildlife/Nature group on Facebook, someone referred to these photos of mine as poetry.

Then a friend, Yahia Lababidi, posted on his Facebook wall this observation made by Karen Armstrong:

“Our theology should be like ‪#‎poetry‬…. A poet spends a great deal of time listening to his unconscious, and slowly calling up a poem word by word, phrase by phrase, until something beautiful is brought forth into the world that changes people’s perceptions….”

And after reading that I was reminded of a conversation I listened to a few years back that just strikes me as being good and beautiful poetic theology. I will post a link to it in the comment section.

The Poetry Of Creatures