Foxglove Moments

Foxglove Moments

April 8, 2015


Buds one day; blossoms the next.
So natural, even commonplace,
At once mundane yet miraculous.

We have come into the season of bursting blossoms, like children watching the same magic trick, year after year, and still willing to be amazed, surprised, and delighted all over again, as seeing it the first time.

 And wondering: How do they do it?




April 2, 2015


The Reds (Rufous) have returned from their winter sojourn south, looking tanned and relaxed, with their golf games improved.

The Greens (Anna), who stuck it out here through the winter, are none too pleased. Already the nightly squabbles around the feeders, a dozen hummingbirds hovering, darting, zipping, flaring, posturing, threatening hummingbird mayhem, yet making very little body contact from what I can see.

Anyway, welcome back, Rufus.




March 31, 2015

One of the highlights of my time living in Japan was visiting the Great Buddha of Kamakura.

Cast in bronze in 1252, it's located on the grounds of Kotokuin Temple in Kamakura, about an hour south of Tokyo by train. Standing 44 feet in height and weighing approximately 102 tons, the Great Buddha towers over humble humanity.


I have a replica of the Great Buddha on my hillside.
He stands twelve inches in height and weighs approximately 10 pounds.









Yet, with the right camera angle, my little Great Buddha towers serenely over this hillside of spring blossoms.



March 27, 2015


Much of the time, wherever I go, I am glancing,
glancing here, glancing there,
eyes bouncing about.

Yesterday I glanced at my magnolia tree as I passed by and thought "Pretty."

A bunch of pretty blossoms.

But sometimes something grabs, holds and shakes me: "Pay attention!"
Not a 'bunch,' but a multitude of unique creations uniquely unfolding.








And not 'pretty'--Something far more inexpressible, beyond words, is happening here.
And you almost missed it.

So I'm training myself to break the habit of glancing and instead to "see" what I'm looking at...

which requires attention (and attending),

which in turn requires slowing down,

which (often) requires a change in my original plan,

which might mean changing my goal for this moment,

or for this day,

or for this life.



March 12, 2015


There comes a brief moment each spring, little more than a week,

when the last of the flowering plums overlap with the first of the flowering cherries,

and this hillside is awash in pinks and whites.

A mystical conjunction and combining of blossoms.

Beauty in transit.