Wednesday, March 28, 2012


For many days as I walked in the woods I asked the question, "Where?" As in, where is the location of the work that will fulfill my soul's purpose?

I wrote the question and placed it in the crevice between the split trunks of my favorite tree.

I wrote the question and sent it sailing over the waterfall I like to visit.

For many nights I wrote the question, prior to sleep, and asked my dreams to provide an answer.

I dreamt of kitchens, garages, art, coffee shops, green fields and travel. But I wasn't quite sure where my where was located.

I listened to Deepak Chopra who said we should let go of expectations around outcomes and simply hold onto what it will feel like when we are in the place we are looking for. I let go of  where, sending it over the waterfall again.

Many days and weeks, and even months, have passed since I asked the question, "Where is my work located?"

Recently I made a heart from items I found in nature: ferns, berries, pine cones, trametes--the little mushrooms that grow from trees. Along with the heart I placed a quote, "My profession is to always find God in nature." The quote is from Henry David Thoreau whose works, when I read them in college, resonated instantly with me. I was particularly smitten with Walden. I fell deeply in love with the idea of giving up material possessions to reside in the woods, alone, to observe nature and write. (I have since heard that on occassion Thoreau would go into town and his sisters would do his laundry. I don't know if this is true, but nevertheless he spent a great deal of time in nature and documented some of the most evocative and thoughtful reflections on what he saw and felt, that continue to speak to us today.)

While walking today I had the sudden realization (a feeling really) that I have known my where all along. I am blessed to have found nature and to get to document my journeys in photographs, writing, and visual art. On my walks I am being transformed back to the simpler times, almost lost to us now in the fast-paced days of instant gratification we are so used to. We move around without much awareness sometimes, as we sit in our cars and enter building after building, taking in just a few gulps of nature as we do. We have forgotten nature is here.

I hadn't realized just how deeply Thoreau's work had spoken to my heart--or that what he did was work at all! But now, over two decades since reading his books, I am walking my profession just as he did. Perhaps by documenting it I am preserving something that will somehow be significant for posterity to come.

I think I have found my where. Now to allow it to evolve into my profession.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Monday's Heart 12, Intention

Do something today to demonstrate your commitment to your intention.
{Marcia Weider}

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Oh Deer

Spring has caught me completely off-guard. Gone are my days of walking for hours in the forest, opening my heart and getting my head clear. I didn't plan on this. So far I have walked everyday of 2012 and had planned to continue until April ninth, on my one hundredth day, when I would then switch to neighborhood jaunts, or more likely the treadmill, spending outdoor time in my gardens.

Why have my walks ended abruptly? Deer ticks. I found about twenty of them on me and Ribsy (none embedded) after our walk to the beaver pond yesterday, one of my favorite locations. The warnings are stern, don't mess around with these Lyme carrying creatures, most no larger than a common pin head.

That said, I was making my morning cup of tea, and thinking that I don't feel quite ready to tackle the gardens yet, though the eighty degree March days seem to be nudging me to do so. And then I thought about a big dream I had two Marches ago where I was standing in my yard, reveling at my neglected gardens and realizing they had survived just fine on their own, even their borders were in tact. In it, a wise woman, who stood beside me, ignored my frenzied call to pull a large, twisted tree from the rushing stream beside the gardens, one I thought I should grab--for the sake of art--it would've made a great piece. In her simple defiance of what was supposed-to happen, she transmitted to my mind and spirit a calm that let me know there was no rush.

The dream has taken on a life of its own, becoming a piece of art work, truly, but more so, a creed by which I now fashion my life (when I remember to): Go With the Flow.

Flow 3/17/2011

And then I remembered the words of my dear friend who told me, just yesterday, she has been consciously telling herself of late that she should do the things that she usually tells herself she shouldn't and she shouldn't do the things she normally tells herself she should, and it has been giving her great peace of mind. All of this came about as she, like me, has been examining her core beliefs and how she has bought into some backward thinking she would now like to reverse.

To add to this, I just read in The Mastery of Love, by Don Miguel Ruiz, that we shouldn't believe a word we say. He says, "Don't believe [the inner voice], because it isn't true. Open your ears, open your heart, and listen." He is referring to the inner voice with the negative belief system, the one that was basically implanted when we were innocent children and, still developing, hadn't the awareness yet to hit the delete button for beliefs that didn't resonate with us.

And so, with the simple inconvenience of the deer tick, and the true words of my dear friend, along with the life-changing message from the wise woman, I have come up with my annual summer garden theme: let go and Listen.

I am quite sure the gardens are trying to tell me something and have politely waited as I've rushed around in frenzied fashion scooping up their dried up remnants, thoughtlessly planning their future without even consulting them.

Ahhh, this a relief then, for I am invoking the guidance of the wise woman and nature devas, what more have I to do, but listen.....

Monday, March 19, 2012

Monday's Heart 11, Fairy Realm

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
{Pedro Calderon de la Barca}

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Wee Folk Habitats

I am pretty sure fairies and such live in the forest where I walk. I have been collecting evidence of them for a couple of years. I thought March might be a good time to honor the wee folk by displaying the habitats I've located, here. Enjoy!

Monday, March 12, 2012

Monday's Heart 10, Homage

My profession is to always find God in nature.
- Henry David Thoreau

Monday, March 5, 2012