Saturday, November 28, 2015

Rain

Today I am thankful for rain. We should all be thankful and remember that we don't drink mere water. There's no such thing.

Whether from the kitchen sink, an overpriced plastic bottle, or in our coffee, we drink the rain. And we eat rain. Whether it's the juiciness of an apple, the flavor of a good steak, or the succulence of a perfect green bean, we eat the rain. As surely and completely as the deer, the mushrooms, the wildflowers, or the trees, we depend upon the rain. 

No matter your culture, species, or religious outlook, all living creatures share a need for life-giving rain. I need to be more thankful. In torrents and trickles, water falls from the heavens, and we all drink.




Friday, November 27, 2015

Day After Thanksgiving

Today we are carrying on the spirit of thanksgiving with good food, walks in the woods, birdwatching, and just hanging out together. Why go anywhere?

Thanksgiving Prayer

For the wild beauty
of wrens and rain,
the promise of young oaks
and decomposing logs,
sunrises and moonglow,
I am thankful.

For the shelter of a snug house,
abundant and delicious food 
that appears on our table daily,
easy reliable transportation,
employment that is worthwhile and rewarding,
I am thankful.

For a family that fills our house with joy and laughter,
children that make me proud,
and a wife that delights and inspires me daily,
for all these and more,
blessings beyond any reasonable expectation,
I am thankful.








Thursday, November 26, 2015

Thanksgiving for the Wild

Here's some insight and (hopefully) some incite from Sigurd Olson 57 years ago.

"Let us therefore not be content until our rivers again run clean, until denuded hills are covered with green trees and the dustbowls with grass and all topsoil is safe from erosion. Let us pledge ourselves anew to the restoration of drained marshland so that some day they too may be full to the brim and alive with songbirds and waterfowl. Let us in the same spirit not only keep our country clean and beautiful but restore the places we have made ugly. Let us keep our wilderness areas as sanctuaries of the spirit. Thanksgiving is an empty gesture unless we realize we too must give." — Sigurd Olson, "Thanksgiving: More than a holiday," Originally published in the November 1958 issue of Outdoor America, Posted online by the Izaak Walton League of America (iwla.org), 11/20/2015. Checkout the whole article at https://www.facebook.com/iwla.org/posts/10153123330301360


Monday, November 23, 2015

Friends and Neighbors

Beech, Maple, Sycamore, Pine—some of my favorite people are trees. And I am fortunate to have many of them as neighbors.



Sunday, November 22, 2015

Overlooked

Simple beauty lies in mundane, insignificant places, but is only enjoyed by those who make time to see.


Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Seeds

I am profoundly blessed. I am blessed most in things that matter like love, family, good food, and a safe home. Later today I have the freedom to head out to some of America's "purple mountain majesties." This morning while sipping my coffee I watched a chipmunk come to a pile of seed and stuff his cheeks to unreal proportions. He (or she) then ran off to a chipmunky winter cache, no doubt already piled high with seeds. That's how blessed I feel. And I did nothing to deserve it.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Unmuted

The other morning I stepped outside the house into a world reduced. By a natural night alchemy, a fog had covered the forest. Even the nearest hills were veiled as if they were no more. And then, from the invisible forest beyond, a melody played clear and pure. I stood in wonder as the music flowed from a single White-throated Sparrow singing to herald the unseen dawn. Wonder will not be muted.


Monday, November 9, 2015

Poor Substitute

Sometimes
in the middle of the night,
between fall and winter,
when summer's leaves are grounded,
I see light streaming through
the blinds in the bathroom window,
and think the moon has risen.

Peaking through the blinds
to admire the moonshine
I realize my mistake.
It's only the neighbor's security light
perched upon a pole
pretending.


Sunday, November 8, 2015

Holy Ground

When I am alone and fully awake
in the forest,
I tread lightly, look carefully,
and breath deeply
the beauty before me,
the beauty behind,
above, and below,
each step, each glance,
each breath. 



#Basswood #Forest #Beauty 

Learning Thanksgiving

Yesterday, for the first time in a few years, I cleaned out, hung, and filled our bird feeders in the yard. Now this morning I feel like an appreciated host seeing that our neighbors, the Chickadees, the Titmice, and the Nuthatches, all are excited by the newfound bounty. Thanksgiving abounds in a grateful heart.


Sunday, November 1, 2015

Stained Glass Windows

For whatever reason—probably reasons beyond my comprehension—beauty seems woven into the fabric of creation. Even my autumn walks confess that the first stained glass windows were around long before any church.






Morning Thanksgiving

I opened the front door this morning and my senses were instantly filled. A White-throat Sparrow recently returned from Canada was singing his traveler's song, a Carolina Wren was lustily proclaiming the joy of being alive, the hilltops were shrouded in fog, a woodpecker tapped tentatively on a dying Boxelder snag, and the forest captured my heart with autumn's rich perfume. Thanksgiving abounds.