I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. Henry David Thoreau First Moments I wonder about first moments, those spilt second flashes when emotion fires up the heart and shoots out like stars. And everything changes. There must have been the first moments in Plymouth Colony, prior to the three…

We are here to love, not just when it is easy, but when loving is hard, maybe especially when it is hard. . . . . . . The Nature Whisperer November teaches me about the essentials, about who we are without the layers. She releases her burdens and shows us the simplicity of lightness….

Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf,So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to dayNothing gold can stay.                                              —Robert Frost Nothing Gold Can Stay? Really? Sorry Mr. Frost.  I do love your work. But given my long-held affection for…

I’M SO GLAD I LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE THERE ARE OCTOBERS.  (ANNE OF GREEN GABLES BY L. M. MONTGOMERY )                           Me too, Anne.  I love Octobers. And this one is very special. October 2020 arrived with bonanza of lunar events: a Harvest Moon (full moon closest to the Autumnal Equinox), a Hunter’s Moon (follows…

Equinox Equal days, equal nights, Winged geese taking flight. Apples, plums, grapes and pears Harvested in waning light. Equal nights, equal days, Left behind is summer’s haze. When to plant, when to reap Earth in balance, cycles kept.   Equal warm, equal cold Leaves still clinging to their hold. Blowing seeds, the winds of change….

Abundance is not in the gathering.  Abundance is in the seeing. Gloria’s note:  Thank you for the wonderful comments following Sanctus: Holy Orbs of Light. Soon after posting it, I knew there was more to say.  “Undone-ness” set in. I went looking for insight. Insight, by its very definition, already exists, but in need of…

I walk to the sounds of nature.  Birdsong lifts my chin and chirps me along. Each step melds me deeper into the rhythms of life. Everyday tensions ease away.  Naturalist John Muir said when we merge with nature, we receive more than we seek. I want to hear what Nature is whispering.  And I agree…

To my readers: This post is an updated version of the earlier one from 2019. See below in resources.   It was an unusually warm day, too warm for the first week of April. It was tree planting day at my home in suburban Denver, Colorado. The arduous task before me was to dig three…

We are One. After all, You and I, Together we suffer, Together exist,  And forever We will Recreate each other.  —Pierre de Chardin It was the morning of the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. Derived from Old French, the term solstice refers to the sun appearing to stand still and thereby taking…

Overnight, the Atlantic Ocean rolled out a silent blue gray mist. It hovered over coastal inlets, drifted through the trees behind my house before spilling onto my street. From my window I saw the world wrapped in puffy cotton balls and I was as excited as a child waking up to winter’s first snow. There…