Wilding

 It is a Wilding day. The wind is whooshing through the open windows making high pitched whistling sounds. Outside the trees are thrashing as the alternating gray and white poofy clouds race across the sky. Every where in the yard there is a wild feel to it .

 The cat chimes are singing on the front porch in the wild wind. Sometimes tossed with great vigor and flying sideways mimicking the tossing of the trees.

 Wilding involves creating a space where the essential life elements are welcomed in. Wind , Sun , Rain, Snow, and Starshine. A welcoming space for the creatures that inhabit this world. A space to beckon the pollinators . Lush grass for the grazers. Clover for the Bumble bees. A lush garden to nourish body and soul of many.

lillies, foxglove, daisies and wild flowers grow in profusion

happy yellow and red flowers

As subtle as lavender is as a bloom it makes up for it's quiet presence with a beautiful scent. I can only imagine how magnificent an entire field must be.



"I think over again my small adventures, my fears.
Those small ones that seemed so big.
For all the vital things I had to get and to reach.
And yet there is only one great thing, the only thing:
To live to see the great day that dawns
and the light that fills the world."        ~Inuit Song 




Create your own Wilding space. Invite the Sun, Moon,Wind and Rain to be a part of your space.

connectedness

I was thinking today about what defines life. Part of it is being connected to other things. Part of life is the experience from day to day that delineates who we are. If we quit experiencing things does that mean we are no longer connected to that life around us? From time to time I care for elderly folks. I often marvel how long the human body will continue with the mind absent. I often wonder what these people are connected to at this point. Certainly even now my own connection to life is so different from what it was 20 years ago. Life then was so consumed with caring for small ones. Helpless ones that needed the mother bear. Now that time has passed and I have time to consider the clouds, the sunset and the moon stealthily  slipping up to the zenith of the sky. What is it that we do that keeps us connected to life and others? Is it something that we can consider automatic or must we struggle to preserve it? Must we hold tight fearing an unknown surrender ? Or do we open our fingers with an accepting intention and allow the flowers to fall quietly to the ground?

Silent Saturday

the moon a few days ago approaching full

Moon

I think that I have grown closer to our sweet lady in the night. The Moon, La Luna, changes her mood constantly , and for a week each month she showers my evening walks with soft light. As the dogs and I take our final stroll for the night everything is bright with moonshadows. On nights like these the rabbits have a particularly hard time hiding. The moon is a constant source of inspiration . She stirs our oceans and creates our tides , with full moons we see more earthquake activity . Although she is many hundreds of thousands of miles away , her movements are an intimate part of our lives. Her beauty fuels our imagination and her symbolism weaves it's way throughout our literature. She is the goddess of the night . Step outside and take in some of her glow tonight.

picture by science.nasa.gov