Foxglove Moments

Foxglove Moments

July 20, 2015



With temperatures in the high 90s this past weekend, it was clearly too hot for the squirrels to do much scampering about.

Listless, lethargic, flattened by the heat, they appeared to melt on the trees.




Fur coats, no matter how fashionable, are not really summer wear.






July 7, 2015




Amidst our day to day prose existence

come moments when poetry breaks through,

always taking us by surprise.

Once again.








July 1, 2015


Viewing this morning's photo--

First thought:  
Too bad. Out of focus.

Second thought:   




June 22, 2015

Sitting out on the hillside at sunset, watching the valley change colors in the transiting light, I read poetry aloud to the gathered squirrels and jays.

No chipmunks tonight. They prefer novels.

At these evening readings, I put peanuts in the feeders. I am the food person to them, bearing feed, seed, peanuts and poems.

(I suspect the squirrels feign interest in poetry simply for the peanuts.)

Tonight we're reading W.S. Merwin, a favorite poet of mine,
here on a hillside not far from Lake Merwin.
No relation that I know of, but still kind of cool.

I prefer his later poems,
about life captured in singular moments,
about living in sync with nature,
about that point where the natural and the spiritual intersect.

My critter neighbors know intuitively, instinctually,
what I am forever trying to understand intellectually.

For them there is nothing to understand. Life just is.
And they are forever present to it--like the best poets in their best moments.



June 1, 2015

By the time the sun first touches the treetops, the day seems half over.

I tend to rise early. (My oldest nephew responded to one of my early morning emails: “4:00 am? I didn’t even know there was a 4:00 am.”)

It's my listening time, when the world is at its most quiet;
when signals from the spirit are the strongest, and reception, the clearest.

It's these early morning hours when I am most likely to find Peace, Balance, Perspective...

For soon the Ego will be up,
bustling about with its To-Do Lists,
talking obsessively to itself,
checking emails and TDN and NPR
to catch up on all the madness and mayhem in the world.

And my To-Do Life has begun another day.