“I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.” David Bowie
“I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.” David Bowie
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures, great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day.
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
Alexander, Cecil Frances (1828 – 1895) wrote this poem to help explain to children the Apostles’ Creed’s opening words, a Christian statement of belief. She was known to be a generous woman who cared for the poor and opened a school for the deaf with her sister.
Beaking news … fatal clash between a bald eagle and a loon protecting its chicks, Canada’s loonie mascot stabbed America’s national bird through the heart.
We know conflicts between bald eagles and loons have soared in recent years as a result of the recovery of our eagle population. We are seeing more and more eagle predation on loon chicks and even adult loons. Who would think a loon would stand a chance against such a powerful predator? (Blogspot)
Note to me: Wake up early. Full Moon. April 16. 2020.
This is a rare day for me to get up early just to witness the full moon high up. Usually, the moon rises from the east and very low on the ground at night. With my balcony facing west, I get a good view.
Most days, I do nothing but watch the stillness of the morning. Breathing the fresh air, looking at the full moon waning as the dawn breaks, listening to the silence.
The sight of the garden is enough for me to brighten my day all year round. The poem I posted here is a reminder to plant my own garden, decorate my soul.
Again, from my balcony, there is plenty to amuse myself, especially the birds. Crows. Starlings. Finches. Woodpeckers. Robins. Seagulls. Sparrows. Hummingbirds. We feed them. Currently, the crow is busy building a nest on the holly tree. Crows are the least of my favourite because the smaller birds disappeared since they started nesting. And that’s ok. It’s only during the spring.
Life is short without coffee drinking from my precious cup. The cup’s original writing is, “Fortunately, there’s still sex.” I have to change that now.
Thinking of sex, one has to be mindful of sexually transmitted diseases. AIDS was the number one killer then, now it’s COVID, and you don’t even have to have sex!
So, the trending word now is CATS.
Our local SPCA is busy providing cats and dogs as companions for all those lonely people during this shelter in place.
Thank God, I have cats. I’m alone but not lonely.
And here they are, all over me, waking me up to feed them breakfast. The time is past 9 a.m.
Sometimes life just simplifies things for you. A slow healing foot and a clunky cast means: no running errands, no snowshoeing, no major home or studio projects, no trips, no February studio sale, not even very many crow walks around the neighbourhood. But what there is, waiting for me every day, is the garden. And […]
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There are certain movements men do that I can see how graceful they are. More graceful than females do. It’s their feminine side that they do not want to admit.
They are beautiful. Beautiful in the sense that they don’t have to prove their masculinity. The beauty that oozes with sublime humility where fellow-men can watch with quiet admiration.
Where is the beauty in them?
The beauty exists in my mind how rounded they are. Not just how nice they are to stop, pause and be photographed. It is how gracious they are in accepting a stranger in their environment.
Emerging elegantly from the depth of an ancient tree enriches how life mysteriously unfolds my memory of Cuba ever so gracefully.
The Fawn by Mary Oliver
Sunday morning and mellow as precious metal
The church bells rang, but I went
To the woods instead.
A fawn, too new
For fear, rose from the grass
And stood with its spots blazing,
And knowing no way but words,
No trick but music,
I sang to him.
His small hooves struck the grass.
Oh what is holiness?
The fawn came closer,
Walked to my hands, to my knees.
I did not touch him.
I only sang, and when the doe came back
Calling out to him dolefully
And he turned and followed her into the trees,
Still I sang,
Not knowing how to end such a joyful text,
Until far off the bells once more tipped and tumbled
And rang through the morning, announcing
The going forth of the blessed.
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Rain. Never ending rain.
The Drop pays homage to the element of water and the untamable forces of nature which are omnipresent in Vancouver.
Omnipresent? More like “ever-present”.
I’m longing for winter. You know, the snow flakes.
“Sockeye salmon is an anadromous species of salmon found in the Northern Pacific Ocean and rivers discharging into it. This species is a Pacific salmon that is primarily red in hue during spawning. Juveniles remain in freshwater until they are ready to migrate to the ocean, over distances of up to 1,600 km. Their diet consists primarily of zooplankton. Sockeye salmon are semelparous, dying after they spawn. Photo location: Sorrento, BC, Canada”
One of my co-workers went to a salmon festival last month to witness the famous salmon run. The rain was shining (raining hard) and the temperature was above normal (balmy). Needless to say, there wasn’t much to see and she came home disappointed.
For salmon’s survival, the water temperature has to be between 3 to 15 Celsius and it influences the incubation rate of the eggs and the time they hatch.
And here comes November, a perfect weather. The salmon braved swimming upstream, spawned and stop eating. They are just too tired from the ordeal of migrating to fresh water, have no more energy and died.
With an abundance of salmon along the river, this is a perfect season for the bald eagles and the bears to feed on them. What better way to have a Fraser Valley Bald Eagle Festival but watch out for the bears!
As for the bear, I am deeply saddened by the news yesterday that a West Coast express train hit a bear.
A young hummingbird came up so close to me saying Good Morning. This one is fearless and asked me to go away. The ruckus sound it created was enough to send the cats scurrying away. All things considered, it was breakfast time for the bird.
I always love his work.
I remember him in Jurassic Park.
I watched this video a hundred times.
In memory of David Attenborough.
“If you will stay close to nature,
to its simplicity, to the small
things hardly noticeable,
those things can unexpectedly
become great and immeasurable.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Through Darkness, Into the Light BY
I recently talked with a friend who’s spent time in the same deep darkness that I’ve known from time to time. In the course of our conversation, she shared a beautiful poem with me — a poem she wrote about an experience that helped her come through that darkness back into the light.
As the poem itself says, this may not be for you. But I wanted to share it here, with her permission, knowing that if the poem brings light to only one other person, I’ll be glad I passed it along. I know it brought light to me.
by Willow Harth
This poem is not meant for you
unless you too have been underground
choking on your life’s debris, and
playing peek-a-boo with death seriously
then the surprise of ten thousand buttercups
out of nowhere on every side where they’d
never been before on my daily walk
might have had the effect on you it did on me
I wanted to understand how these particular
flowers came to be—the whole evolutionary
history of mosses, ferns and angiosperms,
the miracle of photosynthesis and DNA, not
to mention the longings of the Milky Way
to reflect itself in the form called flowers and
in these buttercups, which seemed like a
visitation from the sun, urging me to tell you, in
case like me you had forgotten
we are the universe’s latest way of blooming.
Source: On Being With Krista Tippett
Enjoy the sensory beauty of the world we live in as Helen Keller did.
I who am blind can give one
hint to those who see
one admonition to those who
would make full use of the gift of sight.
Use your eyes as if tomorrow
you would be stricken blind
and the same method can
be applied to the other senses.
Hear the music of voices
the song of a bird
the mighty strains of an orchestra
as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow.
Touch each object you want to touch
as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail.
Smell the perfume of flowers
taste with relish each morsel
as if tomorrow you could
never smell and taste again.
Make the most of every sense
glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty
which the world reveals to you through
the several means of contact which Nature provides.
An allegory between the stars and the fireflies:
We may want to shoot for the stars and be like fireflies to shine like the stars but I say just be yourself, you will shine with your inner light.
Image credit to: Ionut Burloiu of Italy for having chosen as one of the best contributors of “After Midnight” Your Shot assignment at National Geographic. Thank you Ionut for allowing me to share your photo of my memorable childhood.
I know that in many things I am not like others, but I do not know what I really am like.
Man cannot compare himself with any other creature; he is not a monkey, not a cow, not a tree. I am a man. But what is it to be that?
Like every other being, I am a splinter of the infinite deity, but I cannot contrast myself with any animal, any plant or any stone.
Only a mythical being has a range greater than man’s. How then can man form any definite opinions about himself? ~ Carl Gustav Jung
The Summer Day by Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
You look funny, too.
First thing Monday morning.
Image Photograph by Michael Duggan, thank you.
We don’t have to go far to find the treasure we are seeking.
There is beauty and goodness right where we are.
And only when we can see the beauty and goodness
that are close by can we recognize beauty and goodness
on our travels far and wide.
There are trees and flowers to enjoy, paintings and sculptures to admire;
most of all there are people who smile, play, and show kindness and gentleness.
They are all around us, to be recognized as free gifts to receive in gratitude.
Our temptation is to collect all the beauty and goodness
surrounding us as helpful information we can use for our projects.
But then we cannot enjoy it, and we soon find that
we need a vacation to restore ourselves.
Let’s try to see the beauty and goodness in front of us
before we go elsewhere to look for it.
by: Henri Nouwen
“I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. ~ e.e. cummings”
How much nature do you need? For me, I need it!
When I am not working, I spend most of my time in nature. Being in nature makes me happier, healthier and peaceful. Nature can be just our backyard. One can spend the entire weekend gardening getting my hands dirty. And that’s exactly what I did this past long weekend.
David Suzuki suggests that we take the nature challenge by going outside to:
And much more.
More than likely, I will be spending more time outside and it will take me away from WordPress. So my friends, if you don’t hear from me, I’m in the garden.
For bees, the flower is the fountain of life.
For flowers. the bee is the messenger of love.
Canada’s renowned scientist David Suzuki received an Award for Science from the U.S. National Wildlife Federation calling him “one of our strongest allies north of the border.”
“Our highest priorities must be the air we breathe, the water we drink, the soil that provides food and the biodiversity that keeps us alive and healthy.” – Dr. David Suzuki
He is also a nature enthusiast that makes use realize that nature is good for all of us. It’s a known fact that we benefit by spending more time outdoors than spending more face time. I can attest to that.
Being at work 7 hours a day in front of the computer contributes very little for my well-being. The minute I take coffee and lunch breaks that means green time for me. A walk around the block can depressurized me and calms me down. Spending time in nature reduces the negative results of automatic thoughts and redirects my mind to being playful and extrovert.
This is plain science and all I need is me as the guinea pig.
For the month of May, David Suzuki launched the 30 x 30 Nature challenge by spending 30 minutes in nature for 30 days. That is doable. I extend this challenge whoever reads this wherever you are in planet earth. This is not limited to Canadians.
So I say to you, get off your butt, walk away from the computer, go outside, breath and relax. Not to mention, unplug yourself from any gadgets and open your ears to the sound around you. Leave your “I” behind. No iPhone, iPod or iPad. Can you do that?
Then come back and tell me what you did in 30 minutes and how it fells. See that space below for comment? That is for you.
For the month of April, some of the letters in the bulletin boards are about whales, bears and dragonflies. These animals stand for respect, cooperation, kindness and courage. The students wrote what they think regarding the nature of things.
What the children wrote is based on the circle of coexistence and cooperation of nature. It is a partnership of students, teachers, staff, elders and families in the community. As a community, they can learn what these animals can teach them in life.
Letters are not enough, the children worked with their hands by creating papier-mâché which is more fun than writing, in my opinion.
“Tell me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I learn.” ― Benjamin Franklin
A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
Robert Frost, from Robert Frost: Collected Poems, Prose, and Plays (Library of America).
Today is new day.
I am creature of habit
Bird watching weather permitting
Standing at the entrance of the park
With a handful of bird seeds
The seeds will feed the birds
The joy of birds feeding
Will feed my heart.
I walked with giants
And talked with ancestors
As I looked down the millennia
At the branching and twisting of the Tree of life
Immersed in Deep Time
My relatives, now extinct for aeons
And those who teeter on the edge today
I stand humbled
Heart heavy with grief
And ponder my place in the cosmos.
– Andrew Jones
(written after a visit to the Mammoths exhibition at Edinburgh museum 13/2/14)
One night when the lawn was a golden green
and the marbled moonlit trees rose like fresh memorials
in the scented air, and the whole countryside pulsed
with the chirr and murmur of insects, I lay in the grass
feeling the great distances open above me, and wondered
what I would become—and where I would find myself—
and though I barely existed, I felt for an instant
that the vast star-clustered sky was mine, and I heard
my name as if for the first time, heard it the way
one hears the wind or the rain, but faint and far off
as though it belonged not to me but to the silence
from which it had come and to which it would go.
Mark Strand, “My Name,” The New Yorker, April 11, 2005
Did I get your attention? Nope, I am not serving Tequila. Instead this is an introduction to an American Woodcock dancing to the tune of Tequila!
Tim Flanigan This is a hen that has been caught by a winter storm that is preventing her from probing for her earthworm diet. The “dance” is actually a form of seismographic testing in an attempt to encourage an earthworm to move so that her ultra-sensitive feet can detect it and she can probe for it. She normally eats nearly her body weight in worms daily. This bird is in trouble.
Oh dear, I hope the bird will find other ways to forage.
Memories came flooding in, seeping out of my memory bank. The earthquake, the storm, death, then calm.
Being born in the Philippines Mother nature rules. Nature does not discriminate, from the young and old, from the poor and rich, from the ordinary to famous folks; we are all affected. One of the saving graces, I now live in beautiful British Columbia, Canada. Hardly any storm but plenty of rain and cloudy days.From what I can remember, Father was swept away by the sea, never to be found. Was there a storm at the time that caused ragging waves? I still have yet to know. Mother had a nervous breakdown when Father died. Was it his death or the thought of having to care for 13 children, the youngest four months old. I was only four years old. Most of my memory is vague maybe it was buried with Father in the sea.
Flying debris, the tin roof blown by the mighty wind, trees falling down, roaring of the wind, torrential rain and flooding are the effects of nature passing through.
Then came Ruby Tower crashing down. It was intensity 7.7 in the Richter scale. People rushing out of their homes. Me standing by the canal, the water creating a whirlpool and saw a huge rock emerged from the ground.
We were spared from these disasters except Father.
The Voice of God in a Great Storm A Psalm of David. (Psalm 29) Ascribe to the Lord, O heavenly beings,This is a Day of Grace. Related Articles:
ascribe to the Lord glory and strength.
Ascribe to the Lord the glory of his name;
worship the Lord in holy array. The voice of the Lord is upon the waters;
the God of glory thunders,
the Lord, upon many waters. The voice of the Lord is powerful,
the voice of the Lord is full of majesty. The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars,
the Lord breaks the cedars of Lebanon. He makes Lebanon to skip like a calf, and Sir′ion like a young wild ox. The voice of the Lord flashes forth flames of fire.
The voice of the Lord shakes the wilderness,
the Lord shakes the wilderness of Kadesh. The voice of the Lord makes the oaks to whirl,
and strips the forests bare;
and in his temple all cry, “Glory!” The Lord sits enthroned over the flood;
the Lord sits enthroned as king for ever.
May the Lord give strength to his people!
May the Lord bless his people with peace!
This is the third week of David Suzuki’s challenge to take 30 minutes of outdoor activity daily for the month of May. I am having so much fun with the challenge.
He has the right idea for the child in me ~ Playtime. Of course, I have a playmate, my nephew’s son; Baby James.
Here are a few games you can play in nature as suggested by David:
•Hunt for bugs! Try to spot one you’ve never seen before, then find out what it is. (Be sure to put the bugs back where you found them.)
•Grab that kite that’s been gathering dust and fly it in a nearby park.
•Indulge your inner child, and climb a tree or roll down a hill. Or better yet, take a child with you.
•Go on a simple nature scavenger hunt. Search for something feathered, something with legs, something very old, and something changing.
•Invite family or friends for an after-dinner stroll down a green street.
•This weekend, take a hike in a local park or conservation area.
•Head to the nearest woods for a “forest bath.” This Japanese practice improves sleep and increases vigor.
•Get your feet wet: head to the nearest body of water and dip your toes in.
•How long has it been since you’ve skipped stones? Visit your nearest creek or pond and try your hand.
•Make a mud pie. You know you want to.
•Take a walk in a park or a forest and search for animal homes. What kind of creatures lives there?
Most importantly, have fun!Related links:
This is week two of 30×30 David Suzuki Nature Challenge. Join, come and live the Nature Challenge.
Needless to say, I had my lunch for supper.
On the other hand, I wonder if the bird misses its flock. I am feeling lonely for the bird being alone by itself. I hope it will find its group and be reunited with them. God speed little birdie.
Enjoy.Related Links: The Canadian Warbler.blogspot.ca Burnaby Bird Guy.wordpress.com