GAIA'S HEARTBEAT experience the pulsing earth in photos
The last time I shared the life of the gardens nighttime temperatures were below freezing and there was snow on the ground.
Now windows are opened both day and night while the cacophony of bird songs overwhelm one’s sense of hearing.
Babies are born, flowers grow and vegetables harvested.
The gardens are another year older as are its inhabitants …
the process of coming into being
of becoming important
prominent
Each spring layers disappear and what lies beneath waiting
Emerges into the light of a new season
Winter –
If there is snow we see a season of white
Otherwise we see shades of brown and gray
But walk slowly and look closely
and you will see colors of spring and summer
When William Shakespeare said “The Eyes are the window to your soul, he was no doubt talking about the human soul. To equate a soul to an animal can become quite a contentious debate. Having spent my adult life in stewardship to our Mother Earth I absolutely believe all her children have souls. When I look into their eyes I see their connection to the earth, an understanding of this place they call home. Their connection is often deeper than ours. They are part of a web many of us have turned away from. Take a moment and try to connect as they do.
I stood alone amongst swaying trees
Groaning, creaking bark rubbing against bark, branches entwined cracking
A cold, damp wind permeated my soul
I sought refuge with the Dreamer…
and realized I had not been the only one
I pulled my scarf tighter around my neck and clutched my coat hoping to keep the cold at bay
Even on frozen days the garden’s beauty shines through
The garden is a refuge, not only for me but also for those who prowl its paths after dark
A touch of snow amidst a secret garden
What was once a liquid is now a solid
It wraps itself around all it touches
Freezing as it follows paths dictated by gravity
Almost invisible to human sight small imperfections glisten like encrusted crystals
As warmth creeps back into the valleys what is first an almost imperceptible sound becomes louder as the melting ice releases itself from branches and berries and crashes to the forest floor
