The Butternut Tree

They like to mow down the weeds to keep everything neat and tidy; nature is so messy! Young trees barely bigger than a large weed are clipped in the process -- "don't put your head up so high there"

When they rise up and grow -- if they escape the mower long enough -- they have multiple stalks and beautiful forms.

Seeing Stars

Seeing stars -- a gift of the darkness of the night. Concussed by other light-sources, we see stars but not those that shine in the dark.

And star-struck we watch.

Identity

Not crimson with fury, red from exertion, or blushing. No anger, effort or shame here.

Just counterparts, twins, a match.

Gale Force

Caught in an upward swirl, in a maelstrom, we are swept up and whisked away; the ground beneath us failing in its support. It flows away in rivers and eddies, the vortex out of sight.

Such turbulence reflects the state of our inner and outer being, reflects the age in which we live and reflects the direction of our individual and collective consciousness. As it lifts and carries us -- a soft landing is our hope.

The Sky Plays While We Sleep

Reflecting the light of the sun the moon marks time. Old and new, waxing and waning, it shines in the sky making magic in the evening.

 

Is this the month of the blue one?

What to do?

"Oh" she said, "I saw this face with so much going in and coming out of the head -- I loved it!! I thought it was exactly ----- me!! And it showed how my head was full of confusion and thoughts and things flying around in it. It said exactly how I felt."

Is this our reality when we are faced with decisions?

Alone in the Universe

Plotting a course through the immensity of the universe it never pays to dwell on our place in it, nor even ponder a little. Yet it is a constant this universe of ours; this immensity and our aloneness in it.

 

We are all so mobile and so connected yet if we stop to take notice, we are amongst the lucky ones.