What could that possibly be? For you, I don't know. But for me it would be ".. a sense of wonder so indestructable that it would last throughout life, as an unfailing antidote against the boredom and disenchantments of later years, the sterile preoccupation with things that are artificial, the alienation from the sources of our strength...". This quote is from Rachel Carson who wrote, Silent Spring, in 1962. And before she wrote the book that opened our eyes to seeing the interconnectedness of our natural world, she wrote, The Sense of Wonder. Perhaps it was this contemplation of the beauty of the earth around her, that led to her concern with synthetic pesticides being used so carelessly. This sense may have fueled her passion for preserving the environment and for the strength she needed to overcome the discrimination she experienced as a woman scientist. I am wondering what it will fuel in me. Certainly it is gone beyond a spark and has set me on fire many times. The spark is often a quiet one.
The Turtle Takes Off on August 6th, 2011
The Turtle, my 1981 Toyota Sunrader Mini Motorhome, will be taking me on an almost 8,000 mile journey to Glacier National Park and beyond. Wish us luck and tailwinds!
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Lighting My Way
Thanks to all for lighting my way this year. My journey was glowing so much that I never saw the darkness that surrounds all things. But without it there is no way to experience the moving spark scripting our lives in love each and every moment. I took these photos last night in beautiful downtown Clyde, NC. The pear trees are a blooming mass in spring and a seasonal sensation illuminating my way into a new year. May your new year be flashing with love and light!
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Real December on Hap Mountain
The scenes of December can be wild with saturated color or silent and bluish in tone. And this transformation often happens from one day to the next. The wonderful thing is I don't have to go anywhere to see this slide show. It projects itself all around my little cabin on Hap mountain. And the winds howling nonstop provide the sound effects that would scare the pants off an Eskimo!
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