There is a sort of calm that takes over as twilight turns to night sky.
As the sun sets, the nuclear fuel driving the shifting breezes subsides. The towering tree branches no longer swaying back and forth. Releasing their grips with neighboring limbs. As if some inaudible song had reached the outro of its final chorus and the dancers now return to their seats. Resting their mighty legs for tomorrows gyrations.
Continue reading First Camp
Yesterday, a friend took me out to a conservation area I hadn’t visited before. It was a beautiful Spring day as we drove, and then hiked, deeper and deeper into the woodlands. We emerged from the Midwest Jungle upon a fifteen, or so, acre lake.
As we strolled about, I noticed this wildflower. It was in a small cluster of like flowers, but this small grouping was the only one of its kind along the shore.
I haven’t positively identified yet, but it looked pretty close to a flower called the Great WaterLeaf. And I thought, I like that name, even if it’s not this plant because I see so many wildflowers have been given a name with the first word being “Common.” Like Common Milkweed or Common Dandelion or Common Clover. And I don’t regard any part of Nature as being “Common.”
So whether or not this flower is the Great WaterLeaf, I find it to be “Great.”
Living the in the mundane is definitely a death sentence.
Photo: Hiking in the mountains in the borderlands.
Is writing about writing, writing?
Strange question perhaps, but I think I’ve mentioned somewhere before in a post that writing about the techniques of writing is not the same as “storytelling.” And I really do love storytelling.
Continue reading Debabelization – Our Webs of Words
It’s been said that in order to write, one must read. And I get it. Not only do you learn how to compose by seeing other styles of writing and how words flow together, but you get ideas. And there are lots of ideas floating about out there.
Continue reading Trajectory
Lately I’ve read some interesting blogs pointing out just how insignificant we, as humans, are. And I’ve read others about just how meaningful life is. I guess opposites attract 😊
Frankly, I’m torn, because these thought experiments bring me back to another interrelated concept and that is “purpose.”
Just what purpose are we supposed to fulfill? Or, stated another way, why are we here?
Continue reading Soulmass
I was out of breath as I reached the top of the bluff. But it was worth the hike. I now had a falcon’s-eye view out over the South Fork of the Snake River. Absolutely beautiful.
The sprawling flood plain to the East was fully plowed and planted. Potatoes, wheat, and alfalfa. And maybe a few specialty crops lay low in the distance. Broccoli, cauliflower, rhubarb, and cabbage. Casting different hues of green. Forest green to fern, to mantis, to dark pastel, to castelton.
Continue reading Serpents and Milkweeds
The wind picked up as I hit the fourth mile mark. The warm breeze wrapped around my face and lifted upward and to the East.
It had been a cool fifty degrees when I started my trek an hour and a half earlier, but once the sun crested thirty degrees above the horizon the temperature had been in a steady climb and was fueling the wind gusts that reminded you that the invisible vapor we breath is a powerful force. One not to misjudge. It is tornado season after all.
Continue reading The Star Beneath Our Feet
Well, I’ve slowed down a little on my writing. Time is a proportionate thing. Right now I’m in training. Training for my next adventure.
So as training time increases, time for everything decreases.
But since I’m out and about as part of my training, and since it’s Spring, it’s time for wildflowers and flowering trees. I guess I’ll stick with the Photo Journal until the right combination of forces conspires to persuade me to tell another story.
Photo: Chicory – an amazing plant. You can use its roots as a coffee substitute. And now for the close-up of the close-up . . . Hope you like the color Blue.
A number of days past, I made a post titled Wildflowers where I pondered the evolutionary adaptations of plants. How their beauty, shape, and the perfume of their flowers attract certain pollinators to ensure the propagation of their species.
Naturally, I simply enjoy their beauty, regardless of how it came to be. 😊
Then yesterday, I stumbled upon an article discussing the theories of “adaptive adornment” versus “arbitrary beauty.”* And I must admit, those terms are much more scientific and deliberately descriptive than my own ponderings.
It seems that Darwin had a second theory apart from natural selection – sexual selection.
Continue reading Beauty – Adaptive or Arbitrary
It’s that time of year. The flowering trees have started to bloom. It usually begins with Wild Cherry and Plumb. Then come the Redbuds and Magnolias. Then Dogwoods, Catalpas, Buckeyes, and Mimosas.
There are a lot of trees in my area with small, white flowers. Probably too many to know all of them. But the other day, when I was out on the trail, I spied this little beauty laying in the grass. It only took a second to realize that it wasn’t a ground flower. There was an entire blanket of these blooms lying under a tree. The Hawthorn Tree.
This was the first time I took a close look at this particular blossom. And it was quite a gift for the day 🙂
The center sort of looks like a creature with unfolding tentacles. Perhaps a Sea Anemone. Take in its beauty and use your imagination. What do you see?
Yesterday, my post was about the need to get back out into Nature to promote both our physical and mental health. What constituted the path to true happiness. The outward journey to inner healing.
So I felt the need to balance that today with this quote about the inward journey. This is the toughest journey of all. And it’s something we often try to avoid. It can be a scary trek, but it’s also the most rewarding. Making contact with our spiritual selves. Without all of the distractions from the external world.
The quote is spot on. Sometimes people lose themselves. They become automatons. Traversing the same trails every day. Speaking in clichés. Allowing platitudes to fill the mind. Avoiding self-examination.
A little time spent in quiet meditation every day is a step to getting back in touch with our real selves. Unplug from the technological world. Disconnect from the external illusion and find your authentic soul.
Photo: I chose this pic because this isolated cabin in the Ozark mountains is a good analogy to our inner selves. Yes, in the material world it’s an external physical structure, but it can symbolically serve to represent our inner consciousness. Our soul. Our particle of awareness. Our gift from the Source.
It is surrounded by a vast external world of distraction and illusion where we often flee.
Come home and relax for a spell. Sit by the fireplace. Reconnect with your spiritual self. Expand your consciousness.
I actually stayed in this little cabin a few years back. It was a great place to get back to Nature. Away from the frenetic pace of modernity. And away from our self-generated hubris. Not only a place to heal in the outdoors, but a place to make that inward journey in peace and solitude.
I’ve been doing a lot of stumbling lately.
I really like that word. Its main definition is about walking in an unsteady manner, being clumsy, to almost fall, or to make an error. Blunder. But I like the other definition, that of unexpectantly coming upon something – like truth.
Now that’s no error. That’s magic.
Continue reading Call of the Wild*