Poetry + Nature + Lifescapes As I walk through nature, I am struck with awe at the pure beauty and persistence of life through the seasons. I use my camera to capture the moments on my walk that make me stop and take notice of this world surrounding me. As I continue to walk and reflect, my experiences in nature ground me and give me a different perspective on seeing my life. In writing these reflections down, I see connections between my life and the greater world.
Monday, August 23, 2021
Caught in a Glance
Tuesday, August 17, 2021
Am I that Acorn?
Tossing, turning, submerging, floating
Through cresting, crashing rhythmic waves
Cascading towards the shore
Grounded by gritty sand
As water retreats
A voyager
Rests in sun
Stillness
Calm
I was walking along the shore of Lake Ontario earlier this week and came upon a unique voyager on the waves. I stopped to watch as an acorn was batted about on the incoming waves. At times, it was visible, then not. It was upright and then topsy-turvy. Finally, it was deposited on the soaked sands as the waves retreated back into the lake. It’s wet shell glistened in the sun as it lay in stillness surrounded by other trinkets moved by the powerful force of water. I wonder if it was glad to find a resting place.
As I watched this acorn, I realized that I traveled the same path through this last year- being upright then the world being upside down. Being batted around by things out of my control- COVID, masking and social distancing guidelines, school guidelines changing daily, my college kids home then away then home. I felt like I was washed ashore at the end of the school year in June. I was able to just BE in summer stillness soaking up the sun. I had time to surround myself with friends who had made it through too and share our stories and complex feelings. I know that I was extremely glad to find a resting place for a few months this summer. I plan to soak up the last few weeks of just BEING.
Poetry Form: Nonet - a 9 line poem that has 9 syllables in the first line, 8 syllable in the 2nd line and so on. The last line contains 1 syllable.
Monday, August 9, 2021
Some Love for Shade
Step
into
Summer’s shade
Coolness fills the air
Protection from intense sun rays
Comfortable relief in daylight’s shawdowy darkness
Its’s over 90 degrees and the humidity is 49% making it feel like 97 degrees outside.
A 4 day heat wave is predicted with today being the lowest in temperature- ha! 90 is not low.
On days like these, I am so absolutely thankful for the shade cast by our sun. When outside, I seek it out. That is where I want to be- in the shade of a tree or the shadow cast by my house. The shade makes these days bearable. These dark areas on a summer day make it so you can still venture outside and enjoy. It makes it feel like you are note melting into the earth.
Stepping into this summer darkness, you feel the temperature drop a bit. I think that shade is often taken for granted but I just want to say loud and proud today that I LOVE SHADE!
Poetry Form: Fibonacci Poem The syllables in one line equal the total number of syllables in the preceding two lines (1,2,3, 5, 8, 13…)
Sunday, August 1, 2021
Flowers = Memories + Smiles
Forget me?
- NOT!
I just love when I come across these flowers on the sides of trails. Their small, delicate, pastel beauty is a pleasant surprise amongst the trail greenery.
There are 4 meanings associated with these 5 petal blue blooms.
1. True love
2. Fidelity- faithful and truthful
3. Long lasting connections that can’t be broken or shaken by anything
4. Remembering someone
I have always tied Forget-me-nots to my dad who passed away when I was 17. They definitely make me remember someone dear to me. I also believe I still have a strong long lasting connection with him as my special guardian angel.
Seeing these wildflowers along the trail always bring a smile for their beauty and memories of being Daddy’s little girl.
The After Tears
The storm has rolled out, an ordinary calm carries in on its coattails. All looks right in the world until a subtle rustle and plink-ploppi...
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The Summons A glance out the window- A beckoning Flares in my soul. Come out, Walk, Soak in the wonder ...
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The storm has rolled out, an ordinary calm carries in on its coattails. All looks right in the world until a subtle rustle and plink-ploppi...
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Photo credit: Margaret Simon, Reflections on the Teche. The Progress...