Space and time
Posted: November 30, 2012 Filed under: 365 Meditation Challenge, Autumn, Daily Walk, Earth, fall, Fire, home, Mindfulness, nature, Photography, pond, Spirit, Today's Joys, Walking, wandering, water, weather | Tags: Albert Einstein, autumn, John Lennon, MaidinSun Photography, Meadow, Muskrat, nature, Outdoors, Photography, pond, quotes, sunset, trees, water, weather 28 CommentsIt’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.
Where to start
Posted: October 10, 2012 Filed under: 365 Meditation Challenge, Air, Autumn, Critters, Daily Walk, Earth, fall, Fire, home, Mindfulness, nature, Photography, pond, Quotes, Spirit, Walking, wandering, water, weather | Tags: autumn, birds, Black Elk, Daily Walk, fall foliage, MaidinSun Photography, Meadow, nature, Outdoors, Photography, pond, quotes, rain, reflections, trees, water, weather, woods 21 CommentsWe’ve had quite a mix of weather today. Heavy rain, misty rain, dark gray clouds speeding overhead, sunshine, intensely blue skies, and more dark clouds speeding overhead. It’s windy, and a little chilly. Wonderfully autumn weather.
A monarch in the meadow
Posted: September 14, 2012 Filed under: 365 Yoga Challenge, Adventures in Life, Air, Critters, Earth, endings, Fire, goals, health, home, Letting Go, Meditation, Metta/Lovingkindness, Mindfulness, nature, Photography, Spirit, Summer, Walking, wandering, weather, yoga | Tags: butterfly, clouds, flowers, Health, Lovingkindness Meditation, Lovingkindness: The Revolutionary Art of Happiness, MaidinSun Photography, Meadow, meditation, Mettā, Monarch (butterfly), nature, Outdoors, Photography, Sharon Salzberg, Summer, weather, wildflowers 29 CommentsThe bud
stands for all things
even for those things that don’t flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on the brow
of the flower,
and retell it in words and in touch,
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing.~ Galway Kinnell
I’ve posted this poem sometime in the past (it seems like long ago), and it came to mind this morning as I was pondering “what next?”
News from the meadows and other places
Posted: September 1, 2012 Filed under: 365 Yoga Challenge, Adventures in Life, Air, Bicycle Adventures, Earth, Fire, goals, health, home, Local Tourists, nature, Photography, Quotes, Spirit, Summer, Walking, water, weather | Tags: cycling, flowers, Isaac, Linda Hogan, MaidinSun Photography, Meadow, nature, Ohio, Outdoors, Photography, quotes, rain, Summer, water, weather, West Nile virus 33 CommentsLittle things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
~ Georges Bernanos
We have a deal
Posted: August 18, 2012 Filed under: 365 Yoga Challenge, Adventures in Life, Air, Critters, Earth, Fire, home, nature, Photography, pond, Quotes, Spirit, Summer, Walking, wandering, water, weather | Tags: American Goldfinch, birds, clouds, flowers, Meadow, nature, Outdoors, Photography, pond, Prairie Home Companion, reflections, Summer, thistle, trees, W B Yeats, water, weather, wildflowers, woods 33 CommentsThe American Goldfinches and I have come to an agreement. They will let me take a few photos of them in the thistle every now and then in exchange for providing them with supplemental food at the feeder. Win-win situation all around.
Spun gold
Posted: August 15, 2012 Filed under: 365 Yoga Challenge, Critters, Digital Art, Earth, Fire, home, nature, Photography, pond, Quotes, Spirit, Summer, Walking, wandering, water, weather | Tags: dew, flowers, fog, Jonas Salk, magic, MaidinSun Photography, Meadow, mist, nature, Outdoors, Photography, pond, Roald Dahl, spider webs, spiders, Summer, Suzuki Roshi, water, weather, wildflowers 57 CommentsThis was not a good morning to sleep in. If I had slept in, I would have missed the fog and the early morning sunlight shining on the dew in the meadows, turning the spider webs into spun gold. Even Rumplestiltskin couldn’t have done it better.