Heaven, at 7

The rain stopped…

A meaning of life

I was sitting on the deck minding my business…

Other selves

What is it to be a baby jay…

In this second

In this second there’s nothing to do except…

Fearless

If the moment we stop needing to be happy is when we’re happiest…

Brown couch

Finally after a long day of fussing…

Led

Today I let the world lead me in dance…

The dunes

I remember when I was seven, the dunes at Bamburgh…

Driftwood

If driftwood were my mentor…

Hay, you!

When I climb the hill back home…

Roots

What is it to be the cedar…

Tell me

What shall I do now…?

Shared (equally)

It’s the same sun…

All the time ignorant

Two people arguing…

Perfection

The sky is green with storms. The woodpecker is on the spruce. Everything is perfect.

Weeds

I’m going to round up the weeds…

We breathe

I touch the soft bark of cedar…

Back here

I’m coming back here…

Shoulder the sun

Then I remembered it’s future to shoulder the sun…

The glories of the gaps

Hooray today for little brown birds…

Continuation

I feel the warm hug of the wind…

Portal

When the sparrow’s voice pierces my heart…

Lie down

How wonderful to be a low thing…

We are nature

We go visit nature and marvel at the trees and the birds…

To listen

I know the bird outside my window this morning isn’t singing for me…

Osprey

Osprey, white angel spearing fish…

The world lets me in

Sometimes, if I’m very still, if my fingers
stop fidgeting and my mind cools…

I wish to trust

I wish to trust, like the wren trusts the sunrise…

The conservation of daisy

I refuse to mourn the death of a daisy…

How things get done

The tide comes in, the tide goes out..

Process

We planted walnut saplings…

Thus our stories collide

Every summer grasshoppers enter our screened porch and die…

The Wisechuck

I’m pleased to report the woodchuck is back…

Find a universe

Sometimes when I climb the hill back home…

Grasping

Grasping for a firm future, ignoring the solid ground of today.

Web

As I wait, the blur of thought fades…

Wisest of plants

The daisy, wisest of plants…

Open

Only open hands, wide eyes and soft faces let the world in.

And yet

You and me…

Flapping, forgetting

Flapping my arms. Forgetting my parachute

Circuit breaker

When there are too many inputs and the wires are running hot…

Bored

Yes, you can do it, push through it…

On being a tree

Is this tree, which stands outside
my window, happy?

Now I am rich

This morning I woke and saw the sun had placed diamonds on each blade of grass…

Same

The light that reflects so sharply…

Wren

I was still enough to hear the sound of the wren…

I will get lost

I will go walking amid the fragrant grasses…

Budding and dying

And then we have nature…

The world in a square foot of ground

Why leave when there’s a city…

The flower of a strawberry

Have you ever looked at the flower of a strawberry…