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. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In nature, it's all
about balance.

 

 

 

 

 

[First posted: August 22, 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,
the universe unfolding in its eon-petals of time.

 

 

 

[First posted: August 27, 2014]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

"One day after another--
Perfect.
They all fit."

 

 

 

 

[First posted: November 12, 2014]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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

A lesson there for me.

 

 

[First posted: September 3, 2014]

 

[First posted: September 3, 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.

 

 

 

 

[First posted: September 5, 2014]

 

 

 

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

He keeps coming back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[First posted: September 10, 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.

 

 

 

 

 

[First posted: September 15, 2014]

 

 

 


 

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


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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[First posted: September 18, 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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[First posted: September 22, 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.

 

 

 

 [First posted: September 24, 2014]