Waking up to the Moon
The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.
Frederic Lawrence Knowles
02/23/24 Friday morning - the moon by itself
02/23/24 Friday Morning - the moon, in context, in the western sky
02/24/24 Saturday morning - golden light on her face
02/25/2024 Sunday morning, falling into the field
02/26/24 - Monday, between the branches of a tree
In a field in Texas,
in the early morning light -
I watch the moon descending.
Old friend of earth,
she bonds me to
all who see,
or have ever seen
her radiant face -
in our lineage
of wonder.
Visiting family in Texas this week. I woke up every morning to see the moon, to have a little quiet time outside to myself. I realized while I was standing out there in the field watching the moon descend in the west, and the sun rise in the east - that people have been doing this for thousands of years. It made me feel connected to a long line of dreamers…including you.
Thank you so much for being here. Love y’all.
…and while the moon was setting in the west - all week - the sun rose on the opposite side of the field.
Sunrise
Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me.
Henry David Thoreau
gorgonian branches reaching for sunlight
the sun rises dripping from the ocean
a stranded man-o-war dressed in blue and gold
humans interact with the elements in beautiful and curious ways (man standing on a stack of beach loungers, flying a drone)
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread.
John Muir
Rising before dawn
I hear morning calling me-
with a seagull’s voice.
One thing I really love about being in Miami is going down to the ocean to watch the sun rise every day. This week the sky has been spectacular. I hesitate to share sunrise photos sometimes, because someone once told me sunrise/sunset photos are cliches. So - here’s to celebrating a beautiful cliche. Hope you can get out to see one in person wherever you are.
Thank you so much for being here. See you next week!
A great egret spreads his wings in the park. I wonder if he knows how beautiful he is. Time to fly.
Love and Flowers
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
Iris Murdoch
White London Phalaenopsis Orchid
Creeping-Oxeye
A little fly enjoying the Creeping-oxeye
Dwarf Morning Glory
Buttercup along the boardwalk
Great Bougainvillea against white stucco
I picked
flowers - silky
white, bright yellow
deep pink, pale blue - a few
flowers within flowers - and all
for you.
I am so glad you are here. It helps me realize how beautiful my world is.
Ranier Maria Rilke
These flowers are my Valentine’s Day gift to you. I hope your week was full of love.
I am humbled and grateful that you spend a few minutes every week to read this little blog. Thank you.