Moon’s Fullness

December 22, 2018.  Winter Solstice caught my attention this year.  Long dark nights suit me just fine – not so for all of us.  Hence a number of reflections in groups I mingle with.  Yesterday @ 4:21 pm Solstice arrived, between two memorable experiences with our Tundra.  First, getting stuck in the mud out at my daughter’s tiny house;  then, the battery just quit flat at the car wash.

Standing around outside the Battery store, the moon (almost full) beamed … in a trickster joking kind of way … telling me it’s daylight hours that bring problems … night hours would bring relief!

Home finally, new battery dismissing angst, I took camera and tripod outside to see what I might capture.  Luck was with me:  Several clear shots and a big smile noticing how this incredibly bright moon was totally undoing “long dark night” …  trickster indeed!

This morning I woke early and found the moon peeking at me through trees and clouds.  Not 100% full until 11:50 today … but plenty full of light and mischief.

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No Standing Still

December 10, 2018.  Today marks 2 weeks since a hurried scurry in my driveway left me flat against the concrete wondering briefly what all have I broken?  And who saw me fall?  Good news on all fronts – nothing broken and no distressed neighbors hovering.  I got myself up slowly, marveling that everything still worked, and began puzzling why I tripped on something always right there, why on the day before I go to my aunt’s 94th birthday, why, why, why?

Richard Wehrman’s poem “Traveling” helps make sense of a seemingly senseless stumble.  I’ve added bloom and swirl to a photo of my purple-puffed chin.

P.S. I am back to normal skin tones.  More attentive in the driveway.  Pondering still.

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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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Garden Contrast

October 31, 2018.  Never mind the date and the hue – this is not a Halloween post.

It’s a response to what’s been stirring in my backyard for the past few days, and today’s nudge from Sam Allen at www.peacockpoetryblog.wordpress.com – she suggests a poetic look at one scene through two lenses.  That’s what I’ve been doing in the yard – admiring the butterflies, admiring the cat, conflicted over the proximity of such  different energies.  I am awed (and relieved) at how adeptly butterflies react to presence of cat …

I was unsuccessful trying to photograph Brie leaping for a butterfly, hence the collage.  These butterflies were among this afternoon’s many visitors.  They are indulging in the blue mist that stands three-to-four feet above ground (and cat).

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September Rain Lilies

September 9, 2018.  Rain, blessed relief of 100-degree days, washing away a multitude of apprehensions – some environmental, others attitudinal. A small field in the middle of Austin (near Seton Cove Spirituality Center) erupts in masses of rain lilies after successive days of rain. Again yesterday, I hit the brakes to hop out for photos. This collage combines a clump from September 2013 with a close-up from September 2018.

The sight of these prompts a big grin and a boost of spirits.   Here’s sharing …

 

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Moment’s Notice

August 9, 2018.  We have come home from our two months of rolling east then west and back to central Texas.  Good to be home in spite of the heat, in spite of the backlog of mail and chores!   The collage reflects one of many moments that triggered poetic response – foggy morning in North Carolina, headed toward Max Patch on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  No chance to capture with camera what my eyes zeroed in on – so I scribbled haikus to hold the memory.  Later, walking up to Max Patch, on trail’s edge was one more solitary golden leaf – hurrah!

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