You never know what you will find when you look up!  Jimmy Hoffa??

Photos by Sandy M.

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Untamed beauty

overwhelms, underwhelms.

Imperfections

glorious, real, necessary.

Reflections

reveal, astound, move.

Embrace 

imperfections and wildness.

Photos and poem by Nancy L.

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Huntington Beach State Park –  Dec. 21, 2019

“The root of the word savor come from the Latin word saporem, meaning to taste, and is also the root of sapient, which is the word for wisdom.  Another one: ‘to give oneself over to the enjoyment of something.’  When I give myself over to the experience of savoring, wisdom emerges.”

The Crows Know, by Danna Faulds

The crows know it’s all
right here—the clear, blue
sky, sunrise highlighting hills
decked out in autumn finery.

It would be easy to miss them,
sitting like sentinels
in the highest limbs, taking
in the scene’s perfection.

They watch the river of mist
lift from the lake and slide
smoothly over stones and fields
til daylight burns it off

As the crow flies, there is
no distance at all between
seeking and finding.  Crows know
nothing’s ever lost.

Two of them find their
voices at the same time
proclaiming whatever crows
proclaim in the morning
after sunrise.

Opening readings chosen and read by Amy W.

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I found a sea urchin on the beach today that looked like a small sun a child might draw if she relished the color brown.  Its spiny porcelain rays pinched me as I picked it up, felt its slight heft, carried it carefully in my gloved palm.  Isn’t there something of ourselves to see in this?  The spines, braided on its body, extend out to warn, to protect layers of fragile beauty in the shell holding the delicacy of life.  Nature shows us how though tossed and turned in the surf of life, we use those natural protections to keep us safe, to enable life and movement and growth.  But when those protections are no longer needed, they fall away.  When the life inside is finished, the beautiful shell remains.  Until it, too, returns to Source.  All has a purpose, a time.

Photos and reflection by Amy W.