Can the child within my heart rise above Can I sail through the changing ocean tides Can I handle the seasons of my life Well, I’ve been afraid of changing ‘Cause I’ve built my life around you But time makes you get bolder Even children get older And I’m getting older too
~ Stevie Nicks
♫ (Landslide) ♫
An animal’s eyes have the power to speak a great language.
~ Martin Buber
(I & Thou)
Yesterday we went to pick up fresh eggs from our local family farm. While there I decided to pause and capture some photos of chickens. Well, this sheep presented himself and was very interested in me, as a possible source of food, no doubt. He seemed to be very good natured and patient with all the chickens clucking and cooing around him. And one decided to stand on his back!
We’ve been having a quiet, peaceful weekend, with lovely low-humidity weather. It’s a rare treat to putter and meander through the days without feeling rushed about anything. Very refreshing and restorative!
misty sunlit noon swamp mallows basking in pink a storm on the way
~ Barbara Rodgers
(By the Sea)
I first met this battered old gull three years ago in August of 2011, when we were expecting Hurricane Irene. Today he sat on this post right next to us, closer than he’s ever come before, and we heard his long and mournful cry again. He looks a lot worse for wear, his life has no doubt been difficult with that badly mangled foot. Now it looks like he has a barnacle or a growth on his beak. I think he was letting us know about the approaching rain storm. No hurricane this time, though.
As if some little Arctic flower Opon the polar hem - Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came To continents of summer - To firmaments of sun - To strange, bright crowds of flowers - And birds, of foreign tongue! I say, As if this little flower - To Eden, wandered in - What then? Why nothing, Only, your inference therefrom!
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #177)
The polar hem – I became completely enchanted with the metaphor Emily used for the Arctic Circle! What wildflowers might there be living north of latitude 66° 33′ 44″ N? The purple saxifrage in the photo above grows on Svalbard, a Norwegian archipelago in the Arctic Ocean, well above the polar circle, at latitudes 74° to 81° N.
So what would it mean if this little Arctic flower found itself in Paradise? I suppose it could only mean what we think it means – the possibilities are infinite!