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Nature is always speaking to us if we are open to listen. When I am outdoors, certain subjects and scenes draw me in, demanding I look closer, deeper. There is a message here... At the moment a connection is made, my finger responds with a press of the button. I have created a moment of connection! The DECISIVE MOMENT! Later when I revisit my images, I begin to see and hear the subtle messages. For those of you who have been fortunate enough to ever be printing pictures in a darkroom, you know the magic of a black and white image slowly growing on blank paper until it finally reveals itself fully. VOILA! It is that sort of moment. In these fabulous days when summer is quietly winding down, and we feel the changes announcing themselves in our bloodstream, I feel the impulse to go down to the River for a final swim and a grateful farewell to summer!  Some visitors have already found the air sun, water, and stones too irresistable not to rearrange!  A floating leaf reminds me that this may be my last swim this season.....  A snake slithers by to announce that there are many life forms sharing this magical realm, and that they all contribute to its beauty, magic, and harmony  a feather gently passing by tells me there are ducks nearby....  sure enough! A family group huddles together when the water gets choppy.  I almost step on a strange visitor! Have the ET's been here all along?  entering primeval waters alway feels like an Initiation  an artist with watercolors can create real magic on paper. Drawing is an act of intimate connection to a place!  If being by the river makes you feel like you are dreaming....... maybe you are!  a bench looking over the river has the right idea. Just BE THERE!  my sidekick Cosmo is an expert on JUST BEING THERE! Sometimes it's good to change perspective so we can be open to the vast world outside ourselves.  I am Leaf.
I wear a proud green coat. A sudden morning frost renders it bright red, yellow, and orange in a sprinkle of patterns. This makes me feel very special, different from all the others. A sudden gust of wind tears me from my mother tree. I am orphan; gently held on a breath, gliding, dancing, and spinning on a breeze. Free at last! dizzy! descending. I touch the earth; she greets me gladly, gathering her children around her. “Now dear ones, you have a vital task ahead. “ I lay still on the ground listening for her instructions, My colors begin to fade into the ground I have a Brown coat. I am one with Mother Earth. protecting new life till warmth returns. 
I am horse. I command the earth with my power, beauty, and speed. I am poetry in motion. My remarkable eyes see all around me from the front to the back. The slightest movement does not escape me. With my emotional supersense, I can read the emotional state of my clan – together we read the environment, and intuit danger before it appears. Many humans fear my strength and size. I quickly read the emotional state of the upright people so that I can better protect myself. Most of them are not to be trusted; they always have an agenda. Why can’t they just be with me, without expecting something? I have so much to offer if they are open to hear it. I must find ways to outsmart them. In their presence I am wary and do not show my true nature. Men crave my power, so they pretend to master me. There are others, mainly women, who tap into my emotional gifts, and we are both richly rewarded when we partner together in harmony and respect. For me there is no greater pleasure than a roll in the grass. To feel the earth scratch my back, relieve my itches, and fill my nostrils with loamy earthy smells,….ah.. that is pure delight. Then I I push my nose into the fragrant grasses and wild flowers, and rip them onto the delights of my tongue. Again, pure delight. And in the afternoon sun, I can lay down in the tall grass, and soak in its rays of pure bliss. My family clan is everything to me. I protect my mare with my teeth and hooves, and the entirety of my being. In return she leads my harem and offspring with her great wisdom and feral instinct for safety and survival. She is my world. At night we stand close together bound by the moonlight and stars. The moon offers us peace, guidance, and contentment. The stars are maps in the night sky that place us in space and hold a space for us in the cosmos. I know my name. I know who I am in the universe.  SUMMER SUN
August is the ancient Celtic celebration of Lughnasa. Lugh is the sun god, the bringer and nurturer of life. He is the scorching heat and blinding light of summer that produces the spectacular growth of plant and animal life. It is a joyous time to gather and celebrate the abundance created by our own hard work and the goodness of nature. At the equinox, Lugh’s intensity gradually begins to lessen; slowly , slowly sliding into darkness and scarcity. But for now, all life celebrates the joy of abundance and ease. As the light diminishes nature has her own way of showing gratitude to our life giver. The fields become crowded with yellow flowers. Yellow is the light of the sun; the more we make, the longer the light will last. As if to say; We see you. We radiate your goodness and joy. We acknowledge and thank you for your service;. We even look like you, holding on to this reflection for just a while longer. A million little suns cheerfully reflecting the goodness of love and light.  If you have ever bitten into a soft, red summer peach and felt your mouth tingle with sheer delight, time stops for a moment, as the juice runs down your chin and forearms; you are experiencing the pure, ultimate joy of summer!
And that pure joy is a reminder of the pure love that is life, that creates life; that creates the trees, the soil, the wind and rain, and sun. And finally….the fat , juicy peach. The peach tree gives you her masterpiece gladly. She knows she is fulfilling her destiny, which is to make many seeds and many children. Then she asks you to spread them far and wide. That is the exchange. You get pure delight in exchange for spreading her offspring. That Is how the world works. It is the principle underlying all creation; I do something wonderful for you and you return the favor and do something important for me. Everyone benefits. All thrive. Only… some humans have forgotten that one good deed deserves another. Some humans see the earth as a big box store, where you fill your cart to overflowing, pay little or nothing, and come back for more. Well, eventually that creates a deficit. The system diminishes and starts to break down. There is less and less on the shelves to give. The big beautiful machina naturae creaks and groans, and finally cracks. Some have too much. Some have nothing left. This is where we find ourselves today. A broken system. And there are plenty of advanced civilizations that have taken a similar route before us, and have disappeared back into the earth, barely leaving any clues of their existance and downfall, to be noticed only by those awake enough to see. The peach loves you. The tree loves you. The sun, wind, and rain love you. Mother earth loves you and wishes the best for all her children. All we need to do is reciprocate! It’s that simple! The famous running horse painted in paleolithic times on the walls of Lascaux is not only an inspiring masterpiece of art, but also the only truly wild horse remaining today. It was recently brought back from the edge of extinction by a breeding program at the Prague Zoo and today runs free once more on the plains of Mongolia. |
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