It has been a couple years since I have written what I call my field notes (“blog” has always felt like a strange word to me:). Today I find myself here at my computer to write a few words to ground myself in the practice of noticing and sharing as actions of remembering that even in the worst times the natural world is always giving to us. Slowing down to celebrate the gifts can be nourishing.
Today (3/19/25) There are a few remanent piles of snow left around our house and the grass is greening up. A poppy plant in one of the flower beds has pushed up a sturdy circle of fuzzy leaves.
About a month ago the landscape was soft with undulating mounds of snow. Now where the sun has melted the snow the ground is heavy with water.
A photo I took on a ski along an irrigation ditch near my home (2/20/25)
I am missing skiing out the back door but the birds are singing spring songs and blossoms are on their way.
More soon.
“Peony Gold” a photograph I took at the University of Montana Peony Garden in the summer of 2024.
Because there is a lot of suffering and turmoil in the world right now here is a poem:
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak to
to mind your life.
– Blessing by John O’Donohue
