Thursday, April 23, 2015
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
The following is from my journal and was written in September of 2011. I live in the Sonoran Desert and late summer brings the monsoon and heavy rains.
The rain begins to fall and the desert drinks it up like a thirsty traveler. Soon the water will gather in gullies and run across the road. The greens and yellows dotting the hills look refreshed and even the red dirt is more vivid after being sprinkled. Puddles form as the clouds lift. The gray sky gradually grows a few shades lighter and soon there is no evidence of any hydration. The plants hold snatched-up drops, savoring the cool wetness while it lasts. The day passes, Regardless of weather. time is more permanent than anything it provides for and shows no favoritism. It is a watchman with no duties. Night falls across the freshly showered land.
Friday, April 17, 2015
For most of the year, I live in a city. A lot of us do these days but that doesn't mean we aren't inspired by, care about or need nature in our lives. There are so many ways to honor the natural world and soak up it's healing energy wherever we may reside.
I made this as a reminder of the simple things we can do each day to strengthen this connection.
I am giving away 5 of these prints through my Instagram account (loneblackbird) to celebrate Earth Day next week. :-)
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
I saw this cactus while hiking in the desert and it has kindled many thoughts in my head on the paradoxes of love. Nature is not only a good teacher but can also be a mirror that causes us to reflect on some of the intricacies of human life.
Love can be fickle and hard to embrace. It may be visible but still difficult to approach. We like to imagine love as warm and fuzzy, like some romance novels and popular songs depict, but it can also cause a lot of pain. People build barriers around their vulnerable hearts to protect themselves from being hurt, although these are seldom as effective as a cactus' spines.
These comparisons are cliches at best but I enjoyed the mental exercise of gathering them together. I am never without plenty to think about while I am outdoors.
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Awkward, lanky, big. Moose is a presence you can't ignore. She doesn't try to be anything other than who she is - a true individual with a strong sense of self.
This spirit animal is a connector to those who have gone before us, our elders. She guides us to their wisdom and love, reminds us that we are not the first to encounter the joys and challenges in our lives.
Moose spend most of their days alone or with their calves. They are extremely protective mothers and will come across more powerful and aggressive than grizzly bears to keep their young safe.
Moose is a powerful spirit animal who is there for us when we are feeling unsure of ourselves and our place here on Earth.
Saturday, April 4, 2015
April's full moon rises tonight and is called the Pink Moon. The Farmers' Almanac explains that the name refers to the wild ground phlox that blooms at this time.
Wherever you are, I hope you get to see it. Happy Easter. Happy Spring. Here's to new beginnings.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
This photo was taken a couple of weeks ago while I was up in Northern Idaho for spring break. Although this was not the typical sunny beach scene usually associated with spring break, it was just what I needed. These layers of gray, soft and simple, were a comfortable place to rest my eyes and my mind. Nature does not need to be striking or colorful to be beautiful. Sometimes it gives us a more subdued version of itself, proving that her possibilities are as wide and varied as our own.