The Day of Idiosyncrasy

Frog at Creekside Park in Gahanna (Ohio)

Frog at Creekside Park in Gahanna (Ohio)

According to the authors of the book The Secret Language of Birthdays, December 7th is the Day of Idiosyncrasy.  Those born on this day are said to consider themselves different or peculiar or just plain weird.

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Thursday Travels: Ferries and boats and lighthouses, oh my

Wood Island, Prince Edward Island

Wood Islands, Prince Edward Island

Last week when we left off, M and I were getting ready to leave Prince Edward Island.  After a quick visit to say goodbye to the beach, we made our way to  Wood Islands, PEI to take the ferry to Caribou, Nova Scotia.  (Side note:  This must seem like it was the longest trip in the world, especially when you consider that this is only the half way point.  We really did pack in a lot of activities each day.)

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Musings

Early this morning

Early this morning

Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.  They somehow already know what you truly want to become.  Everything else is secondary.

~ Steve Jobs

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Rambling into December

Baby pine, future Christmas tree

Baby pine, future Christmas tree

December finds himself again a child
Even as he undergoes his age.
Cold and early darkness now descends,
Embracing sanctuaries of delight.
More and more he stares into the night,
Becoming less and less concerned with ends,
Emblem of the innocent as sage
Restored to wonder by what he must yield.

~ Nicholas Gordon

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Spectral morning

Borderline

Borderline

Last night while I was sleeping the pond, the woods, and the meadows disappeared into mystical, magical fog, altering the landscape and moving the boundaries.  When I walked around the pond and into the woods this morning, I, too, vanished into the mist, wandering in a world that was familiarly unfamiliar.

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Space and time

Sunlight on ice

Galaxies in a small block of ice on the pond

It’s hard to believe that it’s almost December.  This year seemed to fly by.  Is time faster than the speed of light?  (I suppose if time was faster we’d be able to time travel.)  Sometimes it feels that way — much too fast.

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Wandering in the woods

Halcyon light

It’s been a while since I’ve wandered around in the woods at the back of the pond.  The earth around here is back to its natural boggy state, and sometimes getting down into the woods can be an adventure when the ground is wet and slippery.  I must have been in the mood for adventure this morning.

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