Weekend Words August 1st

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Having done it three times now, I think I’ve begun a tradition of sharing words I’ve read and photos I’ve taken once a week.  So, in honour of that I will name these posts Weekend Words!

Andes mountain range, Ecuador

Andes mountain range, Ecuador

The sun peeks through an overcast sky and momentarily cheers you up; you see a brightly colored bird, hear strange music, suddenly get a whiff of fresh manure; you are shocked by the power and energy of a thunderstorm; someone touches you affectionately. The unexpected and penetrating quality of such perceptions captures your attention and, like a fresh breeze, can wake you up to what is happening at that very moment—the only moment in which you can actually live and experience your life. These glimpses of our ordinary but sacred world can lead us into a deeper reality beyond the surface of our perception.   ~ From “Sacred World: The Shambhala Way to Gentleness, Bravery and Power” by Jeremy and Karen Hayward

The Watcher, Ganges, France

The Watcher, Ganges, France

I learned that the only thing I can truly give to another is the willingness to allow myself to be loved, to be seen and to be honored for who I am.  If I am willing to do this, my heart’s beloved will become a reflection for others to see, to know and to love themselves.   ~ In the Heart of God by Gwenievere Maria

Sunrise March 8, 2014 over the English Channel

Sunrise March 8, 2014 over the English Channel

May your weekend bless you with moments of stillness, of being.

Blue Moon Blessing

Blue Moon July 29, 2015

Blue Moon July 29, 2015

Although nothing to brag about, photography wise, this shot appeals to my mystical soul.  This month brought us, for the first time since 2012, a Blue Moon (the second full moon in the same month).  So when I uploaded the pics I took and spotted this one, I smiled.

I leave you with an Irish Blessing on this blue moon night:

“May you have warm words on a cold evening,

a full moon on a dark night

and a smooth road all the way to your door.”

Know thyself

Vésubie River

Vésubie River

I see in nature a reflection
of who I am.
As do you
Perhaps all of life is but
a reflection of our own heart
Look therefore
At what you see
And know thy self

– Joss Burnel.

Study in Yellow

buttercup holds memories of childhood

buttercup holds memories of childhood

Yellow is a a colour I find most difficult to photograph. Somehow details seem to get lost in its hues and tones.  So, I’ve been playing around with different settings on the camera and going out at different times of day…just kind of playing around really.  I thought I would share a few of my images from this week along with some of my reading and gathering of words from this week.

heart of the lily

heart of the lily

“I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say‘   ~Flannery O’Connor

tomato embryo

tomato embryo

Remember that when you leave this earth
you can take nothing of what you have received,
but only what you have given: a full heart,
enriched by honest service, love, sacrifice, and courage”  
~Francis of Assisi

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Matriarchal consciousness is more interested in the meaningfulness of things than in facts and data.  Its wisdom is paradoxical: rather than clearly dividing the opposites, splitting them off from, and opposing them to another, as patriarchal consciousness does, it binds them together in an “as well as”.  Ruth Rusca / Feminine Mysteries in the Bible

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When they think that they know the answers,
people are difficult to guide.
When they know they do not know
people can find their own way.

~Tao Te Ching

Bees, too, love yellows

Bees, too, love yellows

We need the tonic of wildness…At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”

― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

May you be blessed as you walk this world.

For my children

Fern gloriously unfolding

Fern gloriously unfolding

I don’t always have
something to say
and that’s okay

The silence from my heart
is often my most
loving response

You don’t need me
to tell you what
your heart whispers
Listen well

I give you space
to live your life
as you choose
It is how I love you

~Joss Burnel

In the dark

My favourite tree stump.  A banquet table for fairies?

My favourite tree stump. A banquet table for fairies?

We have it all backwards
we in the west
In our focus on
being productive, on
success as measured by
possessions, we have lost
awareness of the deep
dark truths.

We begin our day
in daylight, because
really, what purpose
serve the hours between
dark and dawn
except to refuel
for the day ahead

Yet, in the dark
in the womb space
deep in the soil
of creation
where we are alone
yet held
is the soul foundation
of who we are

Our roots are in
the very body
of this planet
our nourishment
is drawn from her
our soul’s thirst
can only be quenched
as we honour
the dark
the place that birthed us
that knits us together
and from which
we are fed

~Joss Burnel

Pileated Woodpecker feasting on

Pileated Woodpecker feasting on “dead” tree stump