Where the Wind Blows

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I ache, like the fallen tree before me.

These farming fields so…solemn, soulful and, slightly…alone.

Peace is here.

It is in the catching of our breath.

Flying on gusts for a thousand miles.

I could find the unity…

If, the terrain, and I, were all that is left.

It has been windy here.

Seems…for a whole life.

Perhaps, that is what feeds a New England appetite.

 

Why go to the woods?

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I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms…Henry David Thoreau

Why do I go to the woods? The nature of things will always understand me better than I know myself.

the Grove…still

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the Grove...still
the Grove…still

The Grove…still

The grove with petal pushers

and

grassy Capri

ancient elms

and

misguided spruce trees.

The grove with Renoir daffodils

and

lazy storms up over the hill

The grove…

a thoroughfare through nature’s window sill.

Learning cricket still,

being cricket still.

the Grove...still
the Grove…still

the Grove...still
the Grove…still

Head in the Clouds

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head in the clouds

“Always best to keep the head in the clouds…

and feet planted firmly on the ground.

That way the best of both world are at your fingertips!”

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“One day a hummingbird flew in–
It fluttered against the window til I got it down where I could reach it with an open umbrella–
–When I had it in my hand it was so small I couldn’t believe I had it–but I could feel the intense life–so intense and so tiny–
…You were like the humming bird to me…
And I am rather inclined to feel that you and I know the best part of one another without spending much time together–
–It is not that I fear the knowing–
It is that I am at this moment willing to let you be what you are to me–it is beautiful and pure and very intensely alive.”

-Georgia O’Keeffe