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Welcome! This is a place to share how we celebrate & deepen our relationship to Nature. Here you will find stories, images, & ideas about wilderness, human nature, & soulfulness. Drawing from the experiences of everyday living, the topics on this blog include: forays into the natural world, the writing life, community service, meditation, creativity, grief & loss, inspiration, & whatever else emerges from these. I invite you on this exploration of the wild within & outside of us: the inner/outer landscape.



21 August 2017

Monday Musings CREATIVE PRACTICE: “Sketch the Solar Eclipse”

TEALarbor stories’ Monday Musings are practices and quotations offering simple ways to explore the ecotone of the inner/outer landscape. 



Using your non-dominant writing hand, and an implement you don't typically use (i.e. crayon instead of pen), sketch the total solar eclipse happening across a broad stretch of the United States today. Connecting in the moment with what is occurring naturally is heart opening.






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18 August 2017

Changes Afoot

Things are happening; they’re in flux.

Sometimes the glacial pace of transition is only evident in retrospect: looking in the mirror and seeing a wider swath of gray hair; holding the now-thick bulk of a manuscript that we had added to in tiny increments over many months; noticing how the height of a tree sapling has now surpassed our own.

Other times we see the transition as it is unfolding. This week so much change is apparent:

the smoky haze that lingered for weeks dissipated over several days and one gentle mist-of-a-rainfall;

sweat-inducing temperatures have now cooled off;

the doe and her two spotty fawns are increasing their presence, eating the edges of our yard and squatting like dogs to deposit the pellets my own canine sniffs out with great interest;

the dozens of slate blue, flattened-crisp snakes baked onto asphalt roadways are slowly being picked up by crows and moved to who-knows-where;

one yellow leaf on a distant alder and the faded-to-dark-green of the family of deciduous leaves herald the near end of summer;

the shape of the sun and its location seem to shift almost daily; sunrises and sunsets color different inside corners of the house than last week;

every day this week yesterday’s hard red blackberry has softened into a plump bruise of a color;

the osprey has come back to call from the towering trees above;

and the lavender stems that have bloomed since last week’s harvest are drying on the plant more quickly than their predecessors.

Transitions are here.
Seasonal. Professional. Personal. Relational. Spiritual.

And I, for one, am calmed and relieved to notice them as they move, grow, flourish, fade.








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16 August 2017

Image of the Week

"Fire Rise"     11 August 2017     Smoke-Filtered Sun Behind Trees


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14 August 2017

Monday Musings NATURE PRACTICE: “Warmth”

TEALarbor stories’ Monday Musings are practices and quotations offering simple ways to explore the ecotone of the inner/outer landscape. 

 


Place a stone outside in the bright sunlight; once it is warmed up, hold it in the palm of your hand and recall to mind one soothing aspect of your day. We have so many opportunities to hold the gifts of nature.







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11 August 2017

Dramalessness

It just doesn’t have to be onebigfat oversized drama.
Really, it doesn’t.

I don’t see that hummingbird who’s probing the flowers doing any sort of excessive slurping.
That deer robustly yanked off the pear tree leaves this morning, but he didn’t fall faint with hunger or overstuff himself.
The goat over there eagerly accepts the apple leaf treats, even calling for more as I leave, but she doesn’t run, beg, and yell for more.
The dawn might rise up in grand glorious beauty, but she doesn’t have some oversized expectation that we all need offer a standing ovation (though she really does deserve it each and every day).
I haven’t seen the juicy ripe blackberries cowering from the hand that picks them, or waving to be plucked from the vine; they just s-l-o-w-l-y ripen in their own slow unfolding.

Every day I see the natural world doing all of its beautiful becoming, existing, dying and I am unable to detect one speck of drama in any of it. Perhaps that is because we are smack in the middle of a balmy, smoky August day when all things go quiet to preserve energy, to stay cool; and maybe I have forgotten the drama because I am rooted in the center of the right-now presence of the hot afternoon. Perhaps in the frigid dark of a tumultuous winter storm, perhaps in the upheaving of plate against plate in an earthquake, perhaps when the waves crash upon the nearby beach, perhaps in the rapturous awe of that one life-changing sunset … perhaps just then I will recall the inherent drama.

But for now, let us rest in the calm. It is, after all, what we’ve got.






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09 August 2017

Image of the Week

"Two Seasons Ago, Two Seasons Away"      




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