“When you understand how to love one thing –
then you also understand how best to love everything.”Novalis
The poem I've written today was inspired by the writing of Jimmy Pappas. The Secret Ingredient For a simple dessert I wash fresh raspberries to remove any trace of Covid-19. I pop one in my mouth, let water squish with the flesh of the berry on my tongue. Now I make butternut squash soup with produce purchased on the first outing in a month: fresh butternut squash, leeks, onions and potatoes, unsalted butter and farmer market carrots. A granny smith apple, peeled and cored adds a hint of tartness. After it simmers for awhile I add fresh cream, a sweet childhood delight, that swirls rich and smooth. The table is set for many guests. Please join me. I have prepared a bowl especially for you.
The past several day I’ve had the pleasure of seeing owls when I am out for my walk. Standing in the space of their presence brings me a sense of joy and calm – a moment to forget everything that is happening in the world around me.
A Quiet Strength Hope is a great-horned owl. It is yellow eyes that harness strength. It is open eyes that face shadows. Hope allows you to soar on winds of change to leave some old habits and bring something new into your life. Hope settles on a tree limb, listens, looks for subtle signs, sees what usually goes below your radar. Hope uses the beauty of night to inspire creativity. Little can stop an owl once it has set its sights on "the prize"
Some Fun Facts About Owls
Owls have specialized feathers with fringes of varying softness that help muffle sound when they fly. Their broad wings and light bodies also make them nearly silent fliers; which helps them stalk prey more easily.
An owl has three eyelids; one for blinking, one for sleeping, and one for keeping the eye clean and healthy.
I continue to find little treasures as I go out for my walks. This morning I came across this inspirational painted rock. We had a lovely sunny morning but unfortunately winter continues to be reluctant to let us go into spring. The forecast for more snow helped me choose the Mary Oliver poem I am sharing.
THE STORM (BEAR) Now through the white orchard my little dog romps, breaking the new snow with wild feet. Running here running there, excited, hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins until the white snow is written upon in large, exuberant letters, a long sentence, expressing the pleasures of the body in this world. Oh, I could not have said it better myself.
I’m re-posting a photo that was taken at Durand Glacier, British Columbia, a number of years ago and I hope it will bring a smile to your face despite all the swirling uncertainty.
Perhaps we can use this time of social distancing and social isolation to regain an appreciation not just for each other, but for our beautiful earth as well.
I wish good health to all of you who read this post. Be kind to each other.
These photos were taken with my cell phone so I apologize for the quality. I had to find a spot to pull over to try and capture the dark, brooding clouds with a rainbow chasing them.