April 4, 2017

April 4, 2017

   All images are mine unless otherwise noted.

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     I'm Tired of winter this year and still several days of light snow for the last two weeks. Plus I have a miserable cold but that is getting better. Rather than show images taken in the last few weeks I took a look at photos taken last Summer in the Southwest, Nevada, Utah and Arizona at Monument Valley, Grand Canyon and a flowering cactus somewhere in the vast desert lands we saw for a month. These photos are for me a respite from the weather and feeling bad. 

   Here is something truly lovely to listen to while viewing this post. It is called "Ancient Love."

       https://app.box.com/s/el2zd844aaz1arbocxq2

Early morning and the sun kisses

the tips of the mesas and plateaus in the Grand Canyon.

A few minutes later the scene changes

this is the way of the land wherever one is.

Keep both eyes open to the Light,

the rewards are wonderful gifts from God.

As the morning brightens all life wakens to greet the new day.

Even long expired trees have enough life 

to turn and meet the Source of all that is.

Soon early risers come to the Canyon rim .....

and here is the sight that welcomes their day.

When you see a place that overwhelms the senses,

jars the heart bringing tears to one's eyes,

memory will never forget the things that Creation offered.

Let's go for a short walk.

From here to Phantom Ranch in the Canyons bottom

is about 10 miles down, and a seeming lifetime to climb back up

on the Bright Angel Trail..

The Rim Trail goes many miles and then some.

Yes, we take memories away from the Canyon,

and we also leave our image on the rocks for as long

as they remain in a two way dialog between us. 

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Memories in the making.

It does rain in the desert environs usually in the distance.

What more can one ask for?

Dusk arrives announcing the end of this day.

The Song of the Canyon never ceases to amaze this viewer.

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The cacti were blooming during the entire month we were there.

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Some humor:

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March 24, 2017

March 24, 2017

All photos are mine unless otherwise noted.

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   All images in this post have photography as the first step in developing what is presented here in a more painterly way. Take a break from the new national sport of politics and spend a few minutes seeing the real beauty of what is around us waiting to be enjoyed. Better yet get out and have a walk among nature wherever you can find it. God did not create all the hubbub that seems to constantly vie for our attention. See what is happening in the present moment of the gifts being offered to soothe our ruffled nerves.

   Here is a beautiful blog I discovered last night that has many poems and great quotes from people who have for the most part learned to live their lives in the "Now." It opens in this link with a nature poem by Denise Levertov -

http://beautywelove.blogspot.com/search/label/Denise%20Levertov

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The political nature of trees

The non-political nature of the Buddha

Some trees have a middle of the road nature

Some trees just enjoy being trees

Other trees find the way to their inner self

So ......

Take five long breaths and enjoy simply breathing.

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   All the images with the exception of the Buddha were taken in this last week.

All rocks and growth in the forest have a story -

A song to sing just for for the one engaged with their true self. 

The woods also ask for your song in return.

What song do you want to sing in the Gardens of Creation?

Winter has many colors which can easily be overlooked,

so casual wandering in Love's Gardens

can be easily improved to enter into relationship 

with our Creator, the Great Mother.

This rock marks the beginning of a wondrous journey

that can take us to places unexpected -

Grace does not come with any labels.

Like any journey a first step is the beginning of the journey.

Look the the crest of the wave just beginning to break

on its way to a full crashing leap into the "New."

Winter grass combed by the wind.

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Just a picture I like.

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Some humor:

    

Peace until next post,

    Bill Lagerstrom

March 10, 2017

March 10- 2017

   All Images are mine unless otherwise noted and are photographically based as they start with a photograph.

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     This blog is, and will always be a politics free zone. Rest here awhile.

     Winter gave us a big surprise two weeks ago with a storm that was the fourth largest in Maine's history. Surprisingly we never lost power and of course didn't go anywhere for a day or two. As always in places where snow is something to be dealt with matter of factly, the roads were usable within 24 hours. Quite a difference from snow in NYC which was always considered to be a disaster shutting down not only roads and transportation but killing any sense of wonder and awe at the marvels of Winter in virtually everyone over the age of 18. 

     This post has images taken over the last few weeks and at the end is a beautiful poem about Winter by David Whyte, one of my favorite poets. 

Halfway through the storm cars became useless

allowing us to simply enjoy the day where we are.

Part of the problem in modern life is the constant rush

to be somewhere else. 

Winter scene somewhere on the Schoodic peninsula. 

This red cardinal stood proud and wise,

never flinching in life's storms.

A lesson from the other side of the world's fences, 

how to stand in the winds that try to blow us down.

Winter is quite lovely as long as we see it

from the right viewing spot.

From Schoodic Point.

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The next four images I offer without comment.

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"Didn't  anyone tell you that green is out this year?"

The ocean off Schoodic Point.

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Two creations on my part ..........

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  Some humor:     

   One of the first stories I heard after we moved to Maine was that if summer fell on a Sunday, well we would have a picnic. 

    So two scenes that represent this idea of  'Summer In Maine.' "Get the shorts out Ma, it's Summer!"

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Winter

No one but me by the fire,
my hands burning
red in the palms while
the night wind carries
everything away outside.

All this petty worry
while the great cloak
of the sky grows dark
and intense
round every living thing.

What is precious
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
its presence.

What we strive for
in perfection
is not what turns us
into the lit angel
we desire,

what disturbs
and then nourishes
has everything
we need.

What we hate
in ourselves
is what we cannot know
in ourselves but
what is true to the pattern
does not need
to be explained.

Inside everyone
is a great shout of joy
waiting to be born.

Even with the summer
so far off
I feel it grown in me
now and ready
to arrive in the world.

All those years
listening to those
who had
nothing to say.

All those years
forgetting
how everything
has its own voice
to make
itself heard.

All those years
forgetting
how easily
you can belong
to everything
simply by listening.

And the slow
difficulty
of remembering
how everything
is born from
an opposite
and miraculous
otherness.
Silence and winter
has led me to that
otherness.

So let this winter
of listening
be enough
for the new life
I must call my own.

David Whyte

Peace until next post,

    Bill Lagerstrom