Wild Geese

“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
Mary Oliver

Smiles

Plans for notes today went awry with the sudden appearance of this little dude posted on Old Moss Woman’s Secret Garden. “Great the Blue Heron, whose roots run deep into the bog/ Who does he call, waiting and wailing from the driftwood?”

This is a baby blue heron from Nature of Nature site.

Isn’t he adorable? Ah, nature, once again you explode my insides with a glance.

And, in keeping with the “What Is Right” post, I’ve signed up for the Climate Demonstration on the 20th of September in downtown Cleveland. The kid is seeing if she can get the day off to join me. How’s that for a hippy dream—moms and daughter protesting together.

Shaun The Sheep

Just a little note from nature to keep our spirits up.

ShCostasiella kuroshimae (also referred to as “leaf sheep” and “Shaun the sheep”) is a species of sacoglossan sea slug whose beady eyes and flat face make it look like an adorable cartoon sheep. Add some droopy feelers and a phosphorescent, leaf-like body, and this little darling may just be the loveliest slug in the ocean!

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I continue to be amazed and impressed by Nature Herself. If I were a poet I would certainly be a Romantic. Not only a beauty, but the great works of use to itself and those who feast upon the bounty.

Nature Alive

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This moth. This moth. Which predator will dare to attack it? To eat it? Look at those eyes. They look as if they belong to some monster. Things like this are so fascinating. Was it an accident of nature that allowed some mutant moth child to survive and mate? To cause an eclipse of moths to take over some edge of wood, of forest?

And again, the eyes.