may2015-lisababyshower-46 (1 of 1) may2015-lisababyshower-07 (1 of 1) may2015-lisababyshower-60 (1 of 1)may2015-lisababyshower-09 (1 of 1)may2015-lisababyshower-06 (1 of 1) may2015-lisababyshower-12 (1 of 1) may2015-lisababyshower-11 (1 of 1)  may2015-lisababyshower-25 (1 of 1) may2015-lisababyshower-21 (1 of 1)may2015-lisababyshower-33 (1 of 1)may2015-lisababyshower-24 (1 of 1)   may2015-lisababyshower-23 (1 of 1) may2015-lisababyshower-22 (1 of 1) may2015-lisababyshower-14 (1 of 1)may2015-lisababyshower-15 (1 of 1)  may2015-lisababyshower-16 (1 of 1)   may2015-lisababyshower-64 (1 of 1)may2015-lisababyshower-38 (1 of 1)may2015-lisababyshower-45 (1 of 1)may2015-lisababyshower-58 (1 of 1)  may2015-lisababyshower-66 (1 of 1)may2015-lisababyshower-01 (1 of 1)may2015-lisababyshower-30 (1 of 1)“I believe there is something of the divine mystery in everything that exists. We can see it sparkle in a sunflower or a poppy. We sense more of the unfathomable mystery in a butterfly that flutters from a twig–or in a goldfish swimming in a bowl. But we are closest to God in our own soul. Only there can we become one with the greatest mystery of life. In truth, at very rare moments we can experience that we ourselves are that divine mystery.”
― Jostein Gaarder

may2015-pig-01 (1 of 1) may2015-pig-02 (1 of 1) may2015-pig-03 (1 of 1)  may2015-pig-05 (1 of 1)may2015-pig-04 (1 of 1)“The wave does not need to die to become water. She is already water.”
― Thich Nhat Hanh

Easter Tradition

April 5, 2015

april2015-easter-15 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-16 (1 of 1)      april2015-easter-22 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-17 (1 of 1)april2015-easter-18 (1 of 1)april2015-easter-20 (1 of 1)april2015-easter-21 (1 of 1)april2015-easter-23 (1 of 1)    april2015-easter-27 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-28 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-29 (1 of 1)april2015-easter-32 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-30 (1 of 1)     april2015-easter-35 (1 of 1)april2015-easter-24 (1 of 1)“You are a divine being. You matter, you count. You come from realms of unimaginable power and light, and you will return to those realms.”
― Terence McKenna

Easter Egg Hunt

April 5, 2015

april2015-easter-01 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-02 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-03 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-04 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-05 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-06 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-07 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-08 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-09 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-10 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-11 (1 of 1) april2015-easter-13 (1 of 1)april2015-easter-12 (1 of 1)“Lord save us.
From our privilege.
From our sense of scarcity.
From our fear.
Into empathy.
Into enough.
Into love.
Hosanna.”

Puppy Love

April 3, 2015

april2015-islandcreek-05 (1 of 1)“Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.”
― Brené Brown

Staying Warm

March 29, 2015

march2015-lastdayofmarch-18 (1 of 1)“As we embrace our passions and delve into the mystery of life, we unite with the majestic complexity of nature; and if we follow the signs, this can help us understand who we really are.”
― Sebastian Pole

Chickweed

March 29, 2015

march2015-lastdayofmarch-03 (1 of 1)“Love is at the heart of the world, just as it is at the heart of your life. Your relationships with your lover, your family, your friends, and the world around you define the quality of your emotional wholeness and reflect your relationship with yourself.”
― Sebastian Pole

Expanded Family

March 29, 2015

march2015-lastdayofmarch-02 (1 of 1)“Tell me a story of deep delight.”
― Robert Penn Warren

Powder

February 18, 2015

feb2015-snow-85 (1 of 1)“Dream of the Tundra Swan

Dusk fell
and the cold came creeping,
cam prickling into our hearts.
As we tucked beaks
into feathers and settled for sleep,
our wings knew.

That night, we dreamed the journey:
ice-blue sky and the yodel of flight,
the sun’s pale wafer,
the crisp drink of clouds.
We dreamed ourselves so far aloft
that the earth curved beneath us
and nothing sang but
a whistling vee of light.

When we woke, we were covered with snow.
We rose in a billow of white.”
― Joyce Sidman

Down Hill

February 18, 2015

feb2015-snow-37 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-88 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-46 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-48 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-38 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-40 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-86 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-47 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-82 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-53 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-54 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-84 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-56 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-61 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-65 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-63 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-66 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-60 (1 of 1)“The elk that you glimpse in the summer, those at the forest edge, are survivors of winter, only the strongest. You see one just before dusk that summer, standing at the perimeter of the meadow so it can step back to the forest and vanish. You can’t help imagining the still, frozen nights behind it, so cold that the slightest motion is monumental. I have found their bodies, half drifted over in snow, no sign of animal attack or injury. Just toppled over one night with ice working into their lungs. You wouldn’t want to stand outside for more than a few minutes in that kind of weather. If you lived through only one of those winters the way this elk has, you would write books about it. You would become a shaman. You would be forever changed. That elk from the winter stands there on the summer evening, watching from beside the forest. It keeps its story to itself.”
― Craig Childs