Walking is like a photosynthesis activity for us, an absorption of what’s out there to help us grow and stay healthy within, and also a process of shedding mental toxins.
I’m fascinated by the dandelion; such a temporal thing it is. Transient, and yet tenacious, it grows, blooms, morphs, and flies away, above the fray, to plant seeds (and a new life) somewhere else.
Combining an acknowledgement that there are way too may good reasons to be cynical right now with a reminder that the world still has great things to offer us.
Frogs can and do freeze, including their hearts, and then thaw and get right back to living their everyday froggy life when it warms up. We’re doing the renewal pruning at Glover Gardens in our own efforts to get our green back.
A haiku inspired by mourning doves in the early morning at Gumbo Cove … were they sentries? Signposts? They seemed like they were anxiously awaiting something. Like us.
An article in the latest issue of The Shoofly Magazine beautifully captures the seemingly oppositional characteristics of nature and our relationship with it – peaceful but unpredictable, soothing, but sometimes dangerous – and brings back memories of falling trees.
