The Moon Came To say Goodnight

I work up at 6:30 am. It felt like the full moon had come to say goodnight. She was  full in the early morning sky appearing in a bright ball of a bright yellow globe. I got up, lit a candle, and ceremoniously started to practice Tai chi. I wanted to honor her. Doing push pull, I gently bid her goodnight as she slipped behind the hills of Fitchburg.

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Global Warming and Polar Vortex

We are into a new reality when it comes to weather. I listened to a scientist on TV today and understood the the Polar Vortex is spilling out to southern latitudes because of an extreme unbalance due to arctic melt.

To think of southern states with ice and snow. Catastrophic storms are being common as we acclimate to a changing weather pattern.

 

When the studen…

When the student is willing, the teacher appears.

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Ground cedar

Is it possible to be still going to school at 68 years of age? I decided that living in the digital age requires that I understand my digital camera, beyond point and shoot and macro photography. I don’t like to take photos of people or landscape because they don’t turn out. You might wonder, why don’t they turn out? The simple answer is that I only know how to take fabulous macro photography. I love it.

Even when I visit family I don’t take their photo. Instead, I head to the woods and look for plants I have never seen before so that I have the thrill of the hunt. Nothing makes me as happy as finding a new plant species I don’t know. This is when I concentrate on photography. In this case I had been looking for running cedar. Eventually I found a colony in my sister’s woods. The plant is a clubmoss. Learn more about running cedar at http://www.fcps.edu/islandcreekes/ecology/running_cedar.htm

Searching

Insectamonarca:

I have missed my up north flyers souring the skies.

Originally posted on Photo Nature Blog:

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Copyright Jeffrey Foltice

I caught this moment of a Hawk mid-flight in the blue skies over Michigan. It seemed to be searching for something- perhaps its next meal, a place to land, or the next thermal current to lift it higher into the heavens. (Click on the image to see an enlarged version)

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Eagle’s Perch

Insectamonarca:

I haven’t seen an American Eagle since I lived in Wisconsin back in 2012. I can feel the difference. Loved it when I was touched by sight of Eagle. Miss this dearly.

Originally posted on Photo Nature Blog:

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Copyright Jeffrey Foltice

I ran across this beautiful American Bald Eagle in Holland, Michigan as it perched on a tree branch overlooking a nearby lake.

 

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In Cindy Dyers Own Words

Published: My first series of stamps with the USPS!

28 01 2014

Yesterday, after more than a year in the making, my series of USPS-licensed fern photographs were released as 49 cent stamps in large coil format for business use. Special thanks to art director Phil Jordan for being so great to work with on the series! I’ll be back with more details on how we can POSSIBLY get a smaller amount than the issued 3,000 and 10,000 quantity rolls!

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Read more about the stamps here: http://uspsstamps.com/stamps/ferns

Order a first-day-of-issue set within 60 days here:

http://about.usps.com/postal-bulletin/2014/pb22381/html/info_013.htm

Cindy Dyer has been an outstanding volunteer who has helped our nonprofit since 2008. Yes, she bought some milkweed seeds from me on eBay years ago and we have been friends ever since. She brings her professional expertise to create our marketing materials, logos, and even when it comes to publishing books.

We are so proud of her. Congratulations Cindy from the officers and board of Happy Tonics, Inc.

Winter Barn

Insectamonarca:

I loved the barns at the family farm. I loved to explore within, up in the loft and the first floor too. There were memores here with my great aunts furniture that simply couldn’t be just thrown away. My furniture was stored in the barn too, upstairs and out of the way.

Winter barns have memories. Love to see the light on a winter night. It always shies bright and warm.

Originally posted on Canoe Communications:

It’s twilight on a winter night, and a light shines bright on a old red wood barn. An barn is so much more than an agricultural architecture.

A poem written long ago by Charles G. D. Roberts is an eloquent description of the value of a barn.

a light shines bright on a old red barn on a winter night

a light shines bright on a old red barn on a winter night

    In an Old Barn

    by Sir Charles G. D. Roberts

    Tons upon tons the brown-green fragrant hay
    O’erbrims the mows beyond the time-warped eaves,
    Up to the rafters where the spider weaves,
    Though few flies wander his secluded way.
    Through a high chink one lonely golden ray,
    Wherein the dust is dancing, slants unstirred.
    In the dry hush some rustlings light are heard,
    Of winter-hidden mice at furtive play.
    Far down, the cattle in their shadowed stalls,
    Nose-deep in clover fodder’s meadowy scent,
    Forget the snows that whelm their pasture…

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If Only

Insectamonarca:

I miss my animal companions. My feral cats became tame and eventually lived lovingly in my home. They had short lives compared to domestic cats, but they had the most unconditional love of all.

Originally posted on Jennifer's Journal:

If only people were a little more like cats.

 Quiet, serene, affectionate beings,

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they understand the need of one-on-one comfort as well as solitude.

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They totally get why you love to go outside to enjoy nature.

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Cats look at you a certain way,

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purr,

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give you a nuzzle

or a  head bump

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to show how much they love you.

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There is rarely anything to forgive or apologize for

because they don’t hold grudges.

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They don’t say they love you, then withhold it.

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Cats don’t care how much money you have,

and all they want from you

is to be with you.

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Cats don’t like when things come between you.

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and they always love you for just being you.

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They care when you are hurt

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and they can’t imagine living their lives

without you.

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First Parish UU Ftchburgm MA

drumcircle 001Today was a sample of how one can worship. We celebrated our selves and Creator.

Dave Curry is a master drummer. He came to lead us today in a primal communication with Mother Earth’s Heart Beat. Drums have honored Creation and the Creator for thousands of years by Native Americans and tribal people from around the world.

I brought an Africal hand drum that Sheila Lumi gave me. She knew that eventually I would be able to play it at the Drummers Circle on First Thursdays. Sometimes I make it there after exhibiting at the Farmers Market, at Fitchburg Art Museum, on First Thursday, that is if I have any energy left.

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Today was unique. Loved the chant: The Earth is Our Mother (repeat each line twice)

The Earth is our mother, we must take care of her;  Hey yung a-ho yung, a-hey yung yung

The Sky is our Father, we will take care of him; Hey yung a-ho yung, a-hey yung yung

The Sea is our Sister, we will take care of her; Hey yung a-ho yung, a-hey yung yung

The Forest is our Brother, we will take care of him; Hey yung a-ho yung, a-hey yung yung

The Earth is our mother, we must take care of her; Hey yung a-ho yung, a-hey yung yung

I can only remember how we chanted the first part. I guess I will make up the rest of the melody, until I hear it again.

Perhaps the following will be some help with translation:

The Earth is Our Mother

 The earth is our mother, we must take care of her
The earth is our mother, we must take care of her
Hey yunga, ho yunga, hey yung, yung
Hey yunga, ho yunga, hey yung, yung

(Her sacred ground we walk upon,with every step we take)

 (The sky is our father, we must take care of him)

 (His sacred air we breathe it in, with every breath we take)

http://www.newview.org/salem/earth_songs.htm

Bailey’s Writing Tips podcast – short stories episode no.36

Insectamonarca:

Time is going faster and faster and still, I can’t keep up.

Originally posted on MorgEn Bailey's Writing Blog:

Bailey’s Writing Tips podcast ‘short stories’ episode number thirty-sixth went live today and contained three flash fictions and a batch of 6-worders, that have appeared on my blog as Flash Fiction Fridays. Do email me should you like to submit your own.

This episode contained the fifth batch of 6-word stories, The Unspoken Middle by Diane CorrietteRevenge by Jane Risdon, and D’Santa by Annie Ireson.

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See the links above to read the stories… or hear my dulcet tones on the podcast.

The podcast is available via Google’s Feedburner (there immediately), iTunes (within an hour or so of launch), Podbean (when it catches up), Podcasters (which takes even longer) or Podcast Alley (which doesn’t list the episodes but will let you subscribe).

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Biographies of the authors of the three longer flash fictions:

1 dianecorriette-penandi.comDiane Corriette writes flash fiction and poetry over at her blog Pen…

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