Hollow Beauty

November 4, 2018.  From summer’s week on the mountain above Cloudcroft NM, this image keeps returning to my thoughts.  A picture of destruction, yet incredibly beautiful in its hues and textures.  Perhaps perceived destruction is merely acceleration of a natural transition.

This tree became my place of meditation,  pulling my thoughts into its cylindrical hull, resembling more and more a castle tower for forest spirits.

The image is a collage – the tiny flower magnified.

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Hail Atop The Mountain

August 11, 2018.   Yesterday’s post from Robert Okaji set me to wondering what Hokusai would think of the modern prevalence of companion animals, and if he would have noted such an animal’s response to natural wonders.  Reading about being above the storm, looking down, likely in solitude, stirred up an urge to contrast an experience last week near Cloudcroft NM.  Different mountain. Different positioning of viewer to storm. Group of humans plus one exuberant Labrador.  Admittedly, I was not thinking of Hokusai at the time – preoccupied with concern the hail might get bigger, become destructive.  (Wish I had caught Buttercup’s romp with camera – this collage reflects both hail and happy dog.)

Hindsight? CONstructive:  moistened dry earth, entertained dog, seeded poem.

Okaji’s “Thunderstorm Below The Mountain”:   https://robertokaji.com/2018/08/11/thunderstorm-below-the-mountain-3/

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Snag Presence

March 10, 2018.  I spent February studying Zen poetry – reading many of the classics and writing to suggested prompts.  Lorraine “Bird” Mejia is a skilled online teacher and manages to pull things from me I did not expect.  True with the Zen writing, for sure.  But one of the exercises took me a bit off-prompt, smack dab back to the New Mexico mountain where we camp every August – specifically, back to the “snag” (a tree dead but standing, top broken off) where I sit in solitude.  I posted about that snag in 2015, and here I repeat that earlier poem followed by my “Zenish” perception.   One snag, two takes.

Who knows? There could be more snag poems to emerge …

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Meadow Survey

August 26, 2016.  One more post stemming from recent camping in the Lincoln National Forest above Cloudcroft NM – as I continue to process the many photos, I relive memorable moments – some flowing into poems.

This magnificent hawk settled into his surveying roost on our first evening, when we were the only campers.  We hoped he would return as this seemed likely one of his regular hunting grounds.  But next day additional campers arrived, then more and more as the Gathering of Circles crowd rolled in from all over.  No surprise the hawk chose to hunt elsewhere for awhile.  Likely the many little underground burrowers needed a few days’ reprieve.  Our hour of binocular hawk watching was a gift, one of a kind. The image below is from the camera of Gary Kendrick – he has the lens that can span a meadow!

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Spot On

August 14, 2016.  Recently returned from our annual Gathering Of Circles excursion, I have been reliving magic moments while processing photos.  Some of the best moments were spent tip-toeing around on the mountain photographing horned toads – watching to be sure no toads were underfoot.  They were incredibly well camouflaged.  We were following a little toad’s maneuvers when suddenly aware of a very large toad a foot away, staring at us.  What must toads think of humans lurking around?  Likely we represented an unwelcome deterrent to ant-eating.  They surely had no clue how we admired them, that they made our day.   Hats off to Lanson Moles for his keen eye!  And to Gary Kendrick whose ground pose conveys the mood of mindful enthusiasm.

The Gathering of Circles is an annual August event in the Lincoln National Forest above Cloudcroft NM.  Elevation 9500.  Temperatures ranging from 50’s to high 70’s.  The Gathering consists of people from multiple states of mind and geography coming together for camping, ceremony, and workshops.  For more information, see GatheringOfCircles on FaceBook.

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Facing West and Patience

August 17, 2015.  I am home again from travels that took me away from the daily humming norm of to-dos.   Time at 9000 feet elevation (think cool) dry-camping (think frugal water use) surely shifts one’s focus.  Up above Cloudcroft NM there is no hurry.  Time to sit, reflect … write a couple of poems!

I’m including two poems in this post – both written in the presence of the pictured remains of a pine.  The term for a fractured tree of this sort is “snag”.  This one certainly snagged my attention.  I found it while wandering on day two, and it became my little sanctuary for daily journal sitting.

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