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Why all the bells and whistles then? The extravagance of whorls and shadow and nubs. The wrong shoes sloshing and caked heavy with mud barely distract.
Have I come upon it all at the exact right moment ? Ah, decomposing leaves, you can be so slick.
Ever the expert in things unfurling.
I try to manage the incoming , the interruptions, the conflict , yet here is skunk cabbage far too early. Except it isn't of course, burning through the patch of snow in purple streaky glory. A flower before the leaves. Contrary and prior to the usual ephemeral of a spring hike.
All this embellishment crying out stop and look.
Sometimes, this intermittent life, with all it 's seasons of dreams coming true and the less than, the hammering away at putting down roots and the dry spells ; they can make it all murky.
The fluctuating makes the sap run.
I swear I can hear it . A life force established. A work of art.
I'm all eyes .
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i think i'm always "all eyes"....unless i'm sitting in a restaurant and hear a young couple talking who sound like they're on a first date...well, then i'm all ears....xo
"the hammering away at putting down roots," that's my season right now (after a "dry spell")
The endings and the beginnings all tucked and wrapped inside each other. I'm all eyes, too, Deb, and I love seeing the view through yours.
all eyes, clear and deep and bottomless --
I smile as I sit here and allow your words to swirl around me...adding a richness to your image and my morning
Thanks
Hugs
SueAnn
Yes, the rush of life, after the dry spell. Sometimes seeming to come too soon - Wait! I'm not ready yet! Let me sleep a little longer - and still, it comes, but beneath it all, we are ready.
You, dear, are ready for the spring freshet. The one that cleans away the surface residue, and what is left nourishes to what is to come.
The earth is having a headache...all this activity...
Aw, yes, Deb - this REACHES. (coming from another expert on unfurling.)
:)
And that photo - the texture! Exquisite, all over and under.
We are entering spring as well. MN convulses its way into springtime. How you write about it almost makes me look forward to the mud. Almost......
Ah yes - nature is a work of art! Just like life.
You DeLovely. Simply DeLovely.
**kisskiss** Deb
"all it's season of dreams".....I LOVE that.
Your mind goes deep my friend.
Your words... so lovely, Deb.
You draw me in so deep, that I find myself gripping the edge of my desk, thinking I might actually slip on leaves. :)
Oh you ... friend. You write so beautifully.
What a gorgeous photo, and beautiful words with it. Spring is coming...
I'm soooo ready for spring.
And your photo is lovely.
xoxo jj
Oh, my. Such wonder.
geesh lady. when I grow up...I want to have your words.
And your wisdom.
for serious.
you bless me.
i want to see the way you do.
Beautiful. I echo the comment left above!
<3 <3 <3 keep on please.
Yes indeed, nature is murky, beautiful, confusing, rooted, ephemeral - nicely put. Lovely photo accompaniment.
I think I am going to have to come back and read this a few more times...
Watching is such a beautiful pose.
*sigh.
xo
this feels sacred.
love to you, dear soul.
oh Deb. Oh DEB...I see your soul shining running with chiyut-lifeforce right through your words.
you are so beautiful. Thank you for this.
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