Take time to be with something you love in nature that brings out your natural curiosity and delight, It may be a wild iris, the shimmering luminescence of water in a stream, the patterns and colors of a butterfly’s wing. Let yourself be drawn to it. Engage your senses. Are you touched by the sense of wonder? --Mark Coleman Photo credit: "Beautiful Blue Butterfly," Bill Staney, 2013. Source: "A Breath of Fresh Air," Mark Coleman, Tricycle Magazine, Summer 2005.
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity” John Muir, Our National Parks Still for a moment the church bells pealing the ancient canonical hours. Still the lyric call of the muezzin. Silence the Shacharit, the Mincha, the Arvit. Stay the wheels and the flying flags. Let nature's prayer alone reverberate in the unfettered canticle of trees. "A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease." John Muir (1838-1914), Scottish-American naturalist, environmental activist, and author
They're here Mystical, whispers of All Souls and All Saints Mischievous winds banging on deck doors, grabbing my hat away, juggling golden leaves with invisible hands Baking days, mahmoul and baklava Scent of rosemary and roasted lamb Bed linens, cold Circulating memories Early sunsets, hot chocolate nights Gone the heat, the languid summer To each season its reason and joy © 2017, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day, The BeZine, and Coffee, Tea and Poetry)