Foxglove Moments

Foxglove Moments

Foxglove is the name of my property, five acres overlooking the Lewis River Valley that was covered with the wildflower when I first moved here in 1996. 

August 27, 2014


The illusion of a water lily floating in space...

One of those moments when some small part of nature becomes a hologram,
reflecting and containing the whole.

It was like stumbling upon the cosmic lotus of the Hindus--
with the universe unfolding in its eon-petals of time.




November 12, 2014

The words of the American poet Robert Creeley seem applicable today:


One day after another--
They all fit.








September 3, 2014


Clearly an off-day for this little arboreal acrobat, but he quickly recovered his balance.

There's another lesson there for me.



September 5, 2014


Occasionally, when walking this hillside,
weighted down by some momentary concern,
I remind myself,
"This, too, shall pass"

...and find that it already has.



September 10, 2014


Big Bird invariably wins, but I still like to root for the little guy.

He keeps coming back.


September 15, 2014



This morning:

Walked out of the house into a thousand invisible filaments,

Wrapping themselves about my face, in my hair, around my arms...

The great cobwebbery outdoors of late summer.





September 18, 2014


Yes, spiders are kind of creepy, but they are such artists!

...Actually, a number of artists I know are kind of creepy.














September 22, 2014


Summer's slow daily slide into autumn,

Reminding us of the ephemeral nature of what was,

Heralding the uncertainty of what will be,

Manifesting the beauty of what is.







September 24, 2014





Sometimes you have to stretch yourself to get what you want,
if you really want it.

I've noticed there are no dithering Hamlets among chipmunks.









September 28, 2014


Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries...

--Elizabeth Barrett Browning