Licht Years

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Summer sings its long song, and all the notes are green.
But there’s a click, somewhere in the middle
of the month, as we reach the turning point, the apex,
a Ferris wheel, cars tipping and tilting over the top,
and we see September up ahead, school and schedules
returning. And there’s the first night you step outside
and hear the katydids arguing, six more weeks
to frost, and you know you can make it through to fall.
Dark now at eight, nights finally cooling off for sleep,
no more twisting in damp sheets, hearing mosquitoes’
thirsty whines. Lakes of chicory and Queen Anne’s lace
mirror the sky’s high cirrus. Evenings grow chilly,
time for old sweaters and sweatpants, lying in the hammock
squinting to read in the quick-coming dusk.
A few fireflies punctuate the night’s black text,
and the moonlight is so thick, you could swim in it
until you reach the other side.

~ Barbara Crooker

silent communication

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“We walked always in beauty, it seemed to me. We walked and looked about, or stood and looked. Sometimes, less often, we would sit down. We did not often speak. The place spoke for us and was a kind of speech. We spoke to each other in the things we saw.”
~ Wendell Berry

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acceptance

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To accept whatever comes, regardless of the consequences, is to be unafraid or to be full of that love which comes from a sense of at-oneness with whatever . . . In other words there is no split between spirit and matter. And to realize this, we have only suddenly to awake to the fact. I have noticed it happens and when it does it partakes of the miraculous.

~ John Cage “Juilliard Lecture” in A Year from Monday (1952)

There were signs
but it seems
spring is just not ready for us yet.

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May you take time
to celebrate the quiet miracles
that seek no attention.

May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven
around the heart of wonder.

~ John O’Donohue

from “For Presence”

foraging

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There is not a “fragment” in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself.
~ John Muir

I recently began a photography class with Kim Klassen. “My Still Sunday” is all about carving time out for yourself, taking nature walks, gathering organic materials and using them to create beautiful still imagery. When I read the description I thought, this is the class for me!

While I love the impromptu still shots of everyday life, I also enjoy the process of designing and setting up a still life image. The beauty of this is that you can use so many different elements, from things found in nature, to food, to clothing…anything really. It’s also a wonderful way to tell a story, create a mood, or just display some of your favorite things.

I know many of you are familiar with Kim’s classes and beautiful work. If not, I encourage you to check out her site HERE and be inspired!