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When the dust settles

It’s only when I’m still that the dust
of thought settles and I see again.

With the birds

Today I want to be with the birds and do bird things…

The sun comes out

I hope I never cease to be filled with wonder when after the rain, the sun comes out.

Become transparent

What if we become transparent to the world…

Coming home

Coming home isn’t just to a place…

The loam

Take me home to my place in the land…

A productive day

Today I listened to the lake ice creak…

Like a good animal

Like a good animal I lie down on the damp ground…

The seeds of spring are always

The seeds of spring are always…

What’s next

When I’ve got my eyes on what’s next, I stumble over today.

Big tiny bird

So curious, I reflect one breezy evening…

Now

The setting sun…

Sticks

You’re carring a big pile of sticks…

Water does

Every year around this time, water starts flowing downwards…

When too much is not enough

When we’re wanting more,
when too much is not enough,
we find we’re running hard away from the home where everything already is.

Spring is

Under the snow the ferns grow ready because they know spring is.

Dead seed head

You, dead seed head who survived the winter…

Sink

I like to remember beneath the roiling waves of the stormy ocean…

Soften

After a hard day on hard plastic…

The bird that flies upwards

The day we stop being awestruck
by the tiny bird that flies upwards through the trees, is the day we die a little.

Part

This evening I will close my laptop and go stay with the birds and the trees…

Clover

Amid the ice and mud I find a clover…

Clear as mud

The best and most important things won’t be named and defined…

A cog

I want to be a cog in the world…

Upside down

It is possible we’ve got it upside down and back to front?

One upon a time

Once upon a time I told myself a story in my head…

The bare tree

There’s something to learn from the bare tree in the snowy field.

Outside ourselves

Outside our houses and outside ourselves we’re still and hundreds of lives announce themselves.

Just look!

Just look how the light from the sun…

Roar away

For the past few months I have driven from my house to town and back again…

And let

Today I will sit and watch as the trees stand tall and let the wind bend them.

Storm

A wonderful thing about a thunderstorm…

Air

Get a taste of the air and sample the world…

Squeezing the life out of juice

Busy squeezing the thrills and pleasures from our disappearing lives yet forgetting to open our hands to receive what’s already there.

Do the birds realize?

Do the birds realize how much they help?

Chainge

Curious how in our lives of change…

Home

Home is a place we can retreat to…

Places that grew

There are places we can’t leave behind because they get into our veins…

Learning to swim

Learning to live is like learning to swim. It happens when you let go of the side.

On the ground

When I was very little I liked to lie on the ground amid the tall grasses…

Unbelonged

Oh, you animal, soggy from the rain…

Flatline

Sometimes, I find, it helps to half-die to the world…

Equanimity

First there was snow and then there was rain and then there was ice.
And still the squirrels ate.

Water

Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be water…

Missed connections

I wonder how many times
I’ve missed a connection with a soaring hawk or a waving tree because I’m thinking what to have
for lunch?

Scarred yet persisted

Each morning I waked to trails and tracks…

Feathers

I’m thinking of the bird that flew into the window…

The boldest thing

The boldest thing we can do is sit with the loudness of silence…

Some days

Some days the sun rises with a roar…

Birch

Could there be anything more glorious than the way the low February sun falls on the trunk of that white birch this afternoon?