Trusting Nature

  Featured image: Nature's Truth

Freedom in the Middle Space is like meadows filled with wildflowers.

Meadows filled with an overflow of different kinds of flowers intermixing is nature’s way of being very creative.  As I pass the wildflower meadows where I take my walks, I see bright magnificent colors of intermingled deep blue greens, yellow greens and whites.  

I trust nature, like I trust those in the middle who honor and respect choice and the individual.  I trust nature, the natural space of the earth, water and trees, bugs, birds and critters.  I trust nature with its wind, rain and snow. I trust the natural space of sunrises and sunsets along with the natural space of a field of wildflowers.  For me, nature, the natural, is all about creation, It is something that is part of me and I am a part of it.  For me, it is part of the large and the small, the positive and the negative, life and death.

I looked up the word nature.  Its meaning comes, of course, from Latin, meaning “natura.”  Natura, dawn of life, to be born, creation.  No wonder I trust nature.

Melting Snow

 Featured image: Springtime Thaw

water
melting snow
steams along
the walking path
currents of energy
flow
ripples
as a child, I created. 
twig boats 
floating 
with the
current
downstream
boats journey
my journey

Freely Flowing

 Featured image: Fields Along The Edge Of The River

like a river

flowing

like open air

freely blowing 

wind

unravels……

you

Pie Filling

 

Featured image: The Pie

Soul is like a pie

Filled with fruitful

Delight

Cocooned in 

Flakey crust.

Emily Dickinson

 

Featured image: Springtime Robin

Every once in awhile, wonderful things just seem to come out of the blue. They always lead me on a very special magical journey. Fresh, exciting ideas don’t pop into my head very often, but when they do I am ever so grateful. My blog, “Oh It’s Just,” has led me on a wonderful journey of exploring birds. I have been painting birds for quite some time now and the ideas keep flowing. I wonder if they will all become something other than a sketch.

But my heart is filled with hope – and I continue……….

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.” Emily Dickinson.

History

 Featured image: Scattering Seeds

I believe in history. I believe that we all have a unique one-of-a-kind history that influences who we are and what we do. So when you are reading a history about something, ask yourself, "Does this historian ask a how questions or why questions and write accordingly or does this historian ask why questions, causing them to come up with predetermined answers that follow a linear thought process?" Ask yourself, "Why are historical museums organized in a linear pattern rather that in a pattern that more resembles a rhizome?" There is the root and then branches of possibilities.

Let It Be

 Featured image: Travelers

there is a way of knowing

not mechanical

not taught

but flowing 

within us

we just need to

let it emerge