One of Mother Nature’s Leading Lights

Thare the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall, And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all; ~ James Whitcomb Riley,* “The Old Swimmin’ Hole’   Bulrush. Reedmace. Punks. Corn Dog Grass. Raupō. Cattails, to me. One of nature’s leading lights. [Note:Today’s word/photo prompt is  “Nature,” and leading lines.  I am doing a sort of photo…

Bigness, Vastness, Immenseness

There is something bigger than fact: the underlying spirit, all it stands for, the mood, the vastness, the wildness. ~ Emily Carr There’s something about mountains, their mammoth proportions diminishing all life on earth. Mountains figure prominently in literature and song, as both awe-inspiring giants or cold-blooded killers, either sending souls into rapture or clutching…

Connection: The Ties that Bind

You’re walkin’ tough baby, but you’re walkin’ blind to the ties that bind, The ties that bind , Now you can’t break the ties that bind. ~ Bruce Springsteen, “The Ties that Bind” Quilts symbolize connection in many ways. There’s the mere piecing of the quilt, connecting to create a pattern. Then there’s the quilt…

Solitude, or, Behind the Mask

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires. ~ Omar Khayyam   Solitude is the time when the mask falls off, when the soul reveals itself. What’s behind the mask emerges, free to fly, free to be.   [Note:Today’s word/photo prompt is  “Solitude.”  I am doing a sort of photo challenge at WordPress.com to get back into photography, which…

What is Bliss to Me is Not Bliss to You …

I woke this morning to fire in the sky, my kitchen windows portals to the universe. The knowing hit me: this is bliss, to see, to know, to feel. To be alive, surrounded by a heart-throbbing beauty that really has no name.  Mother Earth shares this bliss with us and with every living creature. Home, as…