Top branches of the river birch tree
With the rain this week and the weather turning colder here in Minnesota, the beautiful color of the past week is quickly fading. The cottonwood tree in our backyard is completely bare now and the river birch is on it’s way to bare.
Still, I plan to
Savor Everything
even the bits I usually don’t enjoy. Life is short and my life is filled with countless blessings every single day. As I listen to the news of our country and our world, I am reminded of just how privileged I am. Savoring each moment and counting blessings is the least I can do.
I’m getting over a week-long cold and wishing that I could have been out and about more before the rain hit this week. But that wasn’t the way the days played out for me. Still I am thankful for the beauty of it all. Jon and I went for a couple of long drives to take in the colors and while it wasn’t the same as going out hiking in the woods with my camera the beauty of the season filled me with wonder and joy.
And the view from my living room window of the pond and park area beyond has been quite lovely this week.
The park area beyond the pond earlier this week
A Full Life
As I work with the book designer on the layout of my book at the publisher I chose and prepare to begin teaching the Making Photographs class at the Minnetonka Center for the Arts next week my photographic life feels fruitful and challenging.
I’d still like to slow down time as the leaves continue to drop and colors fade but the best I can do is to savor everything deeply in the moment.
Softest of Mornings
Softest of mornings, hello.
And what will you do today, I wonder,
to my heart?
And how much honey can the heart stand, I wonder,
before it must break?This is trivial, or nothing: a snail
climbing a trellis of leaves
and the blue trumpets of its flowers.No doubt clocks are ticking loudly
all over the world.
I don’t hear them. The snail’s pale horns
extend and wave this way and that
as her finger-body shuffles forward, leaving behind
the silvery path of her slime.Oh, softest of mornings, how shall I break this?
How shall I move away from the snail and the flowers?
How shall I go on with my introspective and ambitious life?— Mary Oliver
Do you also savor everything, recognizing how wondrous this life is?
May you walk in beauty.
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