• Blossoms,  quotes

    Sense of Wonder

    If I had influence with the good angel who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world would be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life as an unfailing antidote against boredom and disenchantments of later years, the sterile preoccupation with things that are artificial, the alienation from the sources of our strength.

    Rachel Carson
    Crabapple Blossoms

    Seems her suggestion for a sense of wonder for children, as well as adults, is relevant today. I do believe this world would be very different if we all turned away from our phones, computers and televisions and took a walk around the block to experience a sense of the wonder of nature.

  • Blossoms,  quotes

    Contemplation

    Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.

    Rachel Carson, Silent Spring
  • animals,  coffee life,  flowers,  shadows

    My Commute

    I am not sure how many days I commuted to and from work but I am grateful I no longer commute to work. However, this morning on my walk/bus ride to the coffee shop I was aware I still commute, yet it does not seem like a commute. While commuting to work, my mind was already at work, figuring, planning, scheduling, arguing, and already building resentments. This meant I was not mentally present for the commute. Wonder how many gifts nature was offering me and I missed them?

    So I’m going to share with you a bit of my commute to coffee this morning. (Sorry if it bores you.) We had a cloudless blue sky. Apple blossoms reminding me it’s spring. A squirrel watching my every move. A cottontail checking out their reflection in the car. Early morning shadows. Spring flowers and new leaves on campus. Heard the cooing of a morning dove and the cry of a hawk. And then when I arrived at Mugs my barista, Emma, offered her wonderful smile and made me a mocha. Yes, I still commute but it’s different. I have an open slate on my calendar, so I plan to do a bit of reading and writing, in the sun. Enjoy your Friday.

  • Blossoms,  Documentary/Street,  shadows

    Blossoms, Shadows and Snow?

    Blossoms and Shadows
    Blossoms and Shadows

    I took this image earlier in the week on campus at one of the courtyards. Loved the patterns and muted colors. Hope you do also.

    I listened to a man excitedly attempt to explain new scientific evidence of God and the creation of the universe.  I accept his enthusiasm and desire to explain what he now knows, but…. he quickly lost my attention. There are some who have found their Spirit of the Universe, Great Creator, Higher Power or whatever and each is different. And, there are those who are not even interested in knowing or looking.

    I’m personally drawn to mystery. Mystery is what keeps me seeking, listening, reading, writing, asking questions but not necessarily expecting to find “the” answer.

  • Blossoms,  Plants

    I’m Ready

    Apple Blossoms
    Apple Blossoms

    “There is a greater comfort in the substance of silence than in the answer to a question.” – Thomas Merton

    I noticed this blossom on my walk from the transit center to Mugs coffeehouse last week. It was snowing lightly when I took the image. Spring is coming and I’m ready.