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


Monday, February 09, 2015


I become more and more aware daily of how foolish we are in the presence of the source of all things, often referred to as God. So many things are attached to God, and said about God, and hung around God's neck by people who think they know. Much of it just feels really messed up. I love the encouragement and advice that came from the lips of St Francis having to do with this reality.......the way we live and act towards others is our greatest witness. Not what we speak.

Being humbled to where we speak less about God to where the mystery and otherness are allowed to build around it again, and instead to just learn how to be wastefully generous towards others as creation seems to indicate the creator is towards all of us and all created things......just seems to be a more respectful and proper way for us humans to live before it all.

Saturday, February 07, 2015


It might just be the best way for the human to participate....to take my place once again among the chorus of created things. The best way for the fractured and caged mind to heal. The best way to assist the soul in coming back on line to where it begins to inform me instead of all the ridiculous voices around me, of which there is no shortage.

For myself, I already know those are true observations. And I believe truer ones are still to come. And I know, no shift or pursuit in my life has ever helped me more to come back into this reality.....I was meant to be free in this journey through this life....and the familiar maps that were handed to me in the first part of my life, by some well intentioned and some not so well intentioned people and systems of the interpreted world, may have assisted me in some way.....but they could not get me to where I am today. To get here, I had to make the decision to leave them behind.