Simple Thoughts and Me … on Nature, Spirituality, Hope, some Science and the ongoing Star Wars Saga.

  Monday, September 4 (2023) 10am Sage Bundles and Wildflowers for Lt. Col. Dan  ________________________________   This morning, before I walked alone with my dog I whispered a prayer to the rising sun.     "Let my soul awaken to you. Heal my spirit, my mind, my body And bring me the blessings of your earth. I am grateful beyond the stars in my sky To behold the wonder of this life The grace of your plants The humility of your wildlife And the place you have made for me there. Show me your handiwork and purpose for my path And I will follow.”   Wild Sunflowers line the path to the rocky mountains at the top of my road.   Every morning their color greets me and turns more golden with the coming season.   They bow, tall over the path and buzzing with the conversations of honey bees, bumble bees, ladybugs and grasshoppers.   We all make eye contact with one another and greet the day.   Today there is not a cloud...

Tuesday May 16 (2023) Wrap Me In Purple ~ A Poem as Spring Emerges from the Dark Wrap me in purple The kind of purple that crawls like mist And seeps around and through, closer than dew. Let me weep there by candlelight With the scent of almost rain That lands on me like silk spun In the aftermath of final truth, A fine and beautiful Unspeakable grace.   Wrap me in purple Beneath a blue moon Lighting the night sky Illuminating the night clouds Revealing the hidden eyes and wings And the heart that remains in me. Set me free to understand the waters That flow from the night spring With transparent and undeniable evidence Of diety.   Wrap me in the purple lies That make life beautiful.   Let me rest there. At the journey’s end When I am quenched of all my thirst Of all my cravings,   of all my seekings In the arms of the sooth, When all that I have loved And all that I have trusted Have fallen by the wayside...

Monday, (May 1, 2023) 8pm My Silent Spring It was almost quiet. Almost warm.  And almost Spring.   Except for the distant rumble of a jet engine flying a mile above, the silence of the forest was filled only with the faint murmurings of a bird’s trill, a rustling wind, grasses in vibration and the footsteps of deer hooves navigating the soft earth underfoot.   Nature’s voice defines and defies the quietness that surrounds me.   The resplendent allure of the Spring Beauties draws one close in to whisper its secrets and then bursts opens to the sky itself and speaks louder than any of the other forest sounds--d eclaring the delicate fine-lined artistry of God Herself untouchable in her genius design, ready with a full palette and presence of being.   As the wind rustles the mountain grasses I feel seen, spoken to and fulfilled by the conversation.   She never tires of quenching my thirst and I never tire of seeing her offerings to my wandering heart—eve...

    Saturday, December 18 (2021) 8PM   ‘A Quiet Reflection on the Nature of Winter’   Two nights ago was the Big Winter Wind Storm of 2021.   It took me two days to notice the Big Blue Spruce uprooted by the house on the corner, lying on its side, roots splayed in a circular pan shape. A Standing One at least 50 years old, laid to rest.  In 2023 it will remain where it lays today barely changed. How slowly the nature of time leans on the living until the moment of impact, especially in Winter. It seems every town has a place they call the Ponds.   At our Ponds, the cattail bogs, already dried out from an unseasonably warm Autumn, are frozen and suspended in windswept animation, completely still, leaning into the storm’s path as it swirled across the plains. In the aftermath came the freezing temperature of winter’s edge, the motionless landscape stopped in its tracks.   The edge of thick iced over ponds where the water fowl once sociali...