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Today's Flowers: It's a Girl Thing

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I picked up some tulips at the market on Wednesday because the day was drowning in the sludge of Not Spring. The dark, the wet, the cold, the goo--too much. Nothing else for it but tulips.
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One Single Impression: Running

Every Saturday:
The triathlete runs past me
Smiles and says hello
Disappears for
I don't know how long
Reappears and smiles

Says we must be crazy

We alone who are out there
So early on a Saturday morning.

I smile and nod

But he is gone.

I wonder
What he sees.

He runs.
I walk.

Beaver smacking that pond
Saying beware she is here
Mallards swimming at their own pace
Saying so what, so what, so what
Canada geese saying do what you must
We are crossing the road at our own pace
Crows cheerfully waiting for death
Squirrels.

Well.

You know about squirrels.

I wonder what he sees

As my eye traces the line of the echo
Of the muskrat who makes his way
Across the silent pond.

I mean that I am sure
He sees what I see

But I wonder how it is
To see all that with the heart
Working so much harder
Muscles working so much harder
Breath working so much harder.

I wonder how it is.
What he sees.

I am so slow.
So very, very slow.

I have been wondering what life would be like if I put some muscle into it. I am a very lazy person about a lot of t…

Skywatch Friday: Singing to the Blue

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This dove was singing into the afternoon blue one day last week when I was out for a walk near my parents' home in Newtown, Connecticut. I was about ready to take a decent shot when I heard the rumble of the UPS truck as that big, brown monster came onto the road. So this was a quick. I'm not much good at photographing animate things, so I was happy to get this guy before he flew off.

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Wordless Wednesday: Nah...Just Snowy Wednesday

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Perhaps because I love to swim, I saw the legs of a diver here:

Still, because I love winter and I have missed it sorely during its many Southern sojourns, I couldn't take my eyes off of this tree while the snow fell last Tuesday afternoon. I love the curve of this tree's trunk. I remember the day my daughter and her friend made their way to the top of this gentle green beauty in their Crocs. I was somehow sure the tree would keep her safe. (Howe I delude myself to get by!) She got herself down on her own steam. But the tree was good to my girl. I know it. Such a beautiful tree.

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My World Tuesday: Cold World (but not Cold Enough)

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The Winter Festival at Lyman Orchards in Middlefield, Connecticut, showcased some wonderful ice sculptures last weekend. Undaunted by the balmy temperatures of 40+ degrees, the sculptors carried on with their chain saws, chisels, sanders, and clothes irons to produce some great work with an Arthurian theme.

Lyman Orchards is a beautiful, family-owned orchard in the center of our little state. The orchard does a lot to bring in the public, and it gives back plenty, too. Always a good trip.

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Today's Flowers: Living Large

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One Single Impression: Insomnia

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The grind of a jet engine comes to me through the night air
And I wonder how it would be to lie in the grass
Rested and peaceful
And hear that music.

I put it by.

The bark of a lonely dog calling for an open door
Reaches me and I wonder about the loneliness
Unassuming and real
That simply wants in.

I open the door.

The cry of a thirsty child calls to me through the night air
And I wonder how it would be to feel the sunlight
Warm and quiet
In the still water.

I fill her glass.

Each sound comes from a dark and separate place,
And I struggle for the silence that might yield peace
Gentle and still
In a long sleep.

I lie awake.

Now: a whisper--something about love--
But the voice competes With restlessness Tonight.

I cannot hear.

I turn the pillow;I try to sleep.
I cannot sleep;
I cannot make sense
Of the whisper.

I will wait.

Light comes. Tomorrow comes. The dream comes? I will arise.
I will wait.

Note: A connection between the image and the words? None. Unfortunately. I began thinking how when I can't settle into s…

Skywatch Friday: Skies Like Paper Press on the Palace

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When they're not the blue of your best and brightest dreams, our skies are office paper white--and just as flat. Out for a walk Sunday morning before church, I found myself taking in the details of the Palace Theater's exterior without any trouble at all from the sun.
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Wordless Wednesday: Light the Way

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My World Tuesday: What it is in Woodbury

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What I like best this time of year is the warmth of the sun on my back on a clear and breezy winter day. It's cold out, but I'm not. Spring's far away, but not so far (This idea took me here.). In each small thing is a universe--in the moss and vines clinging to the remains of a white birch, in the small tracks looping around the freeze-dried brush, in the water that runs and freezes with the rise and fall of the day. It's all good.
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Today's Flowers: In a State of Rest

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I was out for a walk the other day when I found these flowers holding on for dear life and looking soft and lovely in the afternoon light. When I got to the top of the hill, I took a look up to drink in the sky, and I got a wonderful dose of magnolia in the making. Sometimes it's all in the looking up.
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One Single Impression: Gold

There is a fine line
Between night and day
That marks the space
Between now and secret truth
Cross the line
Come inside
Leave the lights off
No more shadows
No more seeing too clearly
What is wrong or missing
There is no need now
That golden line
Between night and day
Is a gift and a promise
In darkness and silence
Dream your dreams.
Touch them.
A new day comes
To be them
And breathe them.
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Skywatch Friday: Basically New England

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This is a view from the home of the Congregational minister at Sturbridge Village. While we were there a few weeks ago, my nephew Adam became suddenly very enthusiastic about religion--because the heat was on in the church and in the parsonage! Smart kid. And a quick mover. Some might call such a view dreary. I call it home.
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Blog Your Blessings: Basketball in the Big, Bad City

Two weeks ago my daughter had a basketball game in Waterbury. The local white bread was a wreck. Some (very vocal) parents recalled hearing profanity the last time they were at a game in the Brass City. The gym smelled like disinfectant. The neighborhood? Let's not go there. Really. The girls had heard they'd be up against a good team. They were worried about losing the game. Unlike their parents, they were unconcerned about the poverty or racial background of these kids.
The gym was, in fact, beautiful and clean. The parents for the local kids were great. The refs, awesome.
The Waterbury girls? Out of this world good. They were so fast that they forced our girls to think on their feet as a team. No longer had the three strongest players the luxury of playing among themselves, ignoring the other girls on the floor. The cliques dissolved as our snobs rapidly realized they couldn't go it alone. The Waterbury girls threw them off their game a bit, too, and suddenly they noti…

Wordless Wednesday: Fill me up

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My World Tuesday: Beating a Retreat

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Actually, there is no beating a retreat--not when Brian leads the way. I spent all of Saturday among friends in Plymouth, Connecticut, under the direction of Buddhist teacher Brian Vaugh. We shared in tea, walking, silent, and guided meditations, tai chi, and a video about the Soto Zen teacher Edward Brown. Along the way we even had a clay meditation, fashioning food items from modeling clay. We spent the day in silence, and it was good.
The cup, above, is one of Brian's that we use in the tea meditation. The dog and the cat are the live-in friends of our hosts and very much in sync with the universe. So they're way ahead of the rest of us.
The truth is you're already a cook. Nobody teaches you anything, but you can be touched, you can be awakened. Put down the book and start asking, "What have we here?"
(Edward Espe Brown)
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Today's Flowers: Not so Shy

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What you discover when you get a little closer....

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One Single Impression: Single

Count on it:

A single touch
From you
And I become the water,
Dusky, musky, and elusive,
In the predawn purple of dreams

As a muskrat,

Determined and alone,
Singular and silent,

Draws a line
From one end of the pond
To the other,

Sending shivers through the water
That echo like kisses on the
Soft and eager earth
On the edge.

Where does he go? Why?
These questions have
Nothing to do with me.

On the edge,
I am the eager earth.
I am the water.

Count on it:

A single touch
Is enough.
I shiver.

One Single Impression

Skywatch Friday: East Meets West

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Get Earthy With Me? Please?

On March 27th at 8:30 p.m. local time, Earth Hour will cascade around the globe—from time zone to time zone—uniting the planet under a single, simple, call to action. On Earth Hour hundreds of millions of people, organizations, corporations and governments will come together to make a bold statement about their concern for climate change by doing something quite simple—turning off their lights for one hour. Earth Hour symbolizes that by working together, each of us can have a positive impact in the fight against climate change, protecting our future and that of future generations.
In the U.S. where the impacts of climate change are already being felt, Earth Hour sends a message that Americans care about this issue and stand with the world in seeking to find solutions to the escalating climate crisis because if we don’t, who will.
Participation is easy. By flipping off your light switch on March 27th at 8:30 p.m. local time you will be casting your vote for action on climate change. Use …

Wordless Wednesday: Drawn in the Sand

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My World Tuesday: Sturbridge Village, MA

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My sister and I took our kids to Old Sturbridge Village in Massachusetts $on Saturday. This is a wonderful outdoor history museum depicting life in a New England village in th 1830s, a time when this region was moving out of a purely agrarian lifestyle into a commercial one. At the same time some folks around here were scraping a living out of the earth, they were also sending missionaries to the Sandwich Islands (Hawaii) and starting to play a key role in international trade. With three young kids who are cold and curious and therefore moving quickly to see it all and stay warm, taking photos was a challenge. So was dealing with what I saw through my polarized eyeglasses! It was a great day.
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