“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
nature
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!
Posted by My Modern Met
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
Free Humanity
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.
Sometimes Peace
Old Woman’s Secret Garden
Tao & Zen
For this day and night, when everything is misted over and the whole world is silent. Here we say our prayers and understand what matters.
The Places We Go
I do not understand how anyone can live without one small place of enchantment to turn to. ~ Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings ~ Image “Fairytale” by Junko Tamura
Oh yes. And a very smart man, a very sick man, (both the same) once said to me, It’s imperative that you have a place in your mind where you can go when you need. You won’t always have a book nearby, or a piano, or music, or something to cling to. When you need to go somewhere to retreat. Somewhere you can survive. Well, your mind that is. I don’t know how related or connected is your you and your mind.
Reminders of Books
Posted by ArtisticNature in FB.
So many photos, pieces of art, make me think of books. Here I have Robinson Crusoe, Treasure Island, Mutiny On The Bounty… But not Moby Dick. No, not that. The ship’s too small, the sea too calm. And there’s no dark November in my soul.
