Full Moon Flight

Full Moon Flight

Sly smile on my face

I grab your hand

And throw back my head in laughter

We kick off shoes

And take flight into the night

Bounding as Deer thru through trees

Pines brush our skin

Pay no heed

Quick stop

Run fingers across ridges of birches

Peek a boo from the other side of tree

*Tag*

Youre it!!

Off again

Laughter meets night

Scrapes from boughs

Well lick wounds later

Clearing reached we are breathless, dizzy, panting.. Falling

Gazing up

Moon song only we understand

Sung in Morse Code

Thru moving Clouds

Stances punctuated with fireflies

We Listen and Know

The Wonder of Joseph

Joseph never ceases to amaze me in his ability to connect with the universe. Sometimes allowing him to wander free, without a schedule can lead to an experience of the spirit.

I sat on a swing set watching my son wander the yard. At the edge of the yard was a line of tall grasses, thistles and overgrowth. He stood at its edge, collecting bugs and storing them in his hand. The process took a long time as I watched from afar, trying not to intercede and demand he not touch bugs. I noticed the insect of choice of the day was a metallic beetle with blue/green/black wings. He must have collected over 40 of them, taking his time to hold them carefully in one hand, while plucking with the other. Attention is never Joseph’s strong point, so I sat in wonder how he was so intent, happy in his task.

No longer able to store more, Joseph held them cupped in both hands. With one motion, he tossed them into the air, like confetti. The affect was amazing. The beetles, sparkling metallic blue green and black fluttered in the air above his head. Joseph gazed up in wonder, connected to his surroundings. I saw a look of pride at his created spirit-art. Time stopped for us both while the beetles, looking like pixie dust, twinkled and hovered before their dispersal.

I marveled at my son and realized that with all his struggles and torments he fights on a daily basis, he still is capable of finding moments of wonder. Removed from the fear of touching insects (as most fears escape him) he is able to do things that none other can do. He truly DOES have a spiritual side. Joseph quietly (nonverbally) reminds those around him to slow down and connect with what is around us. Many who work with Joseph say he has touched their lives in a positive way - a spiritual way. I am blessed to have this wonderful boy be part of my life.

I wait for his next lesson to me.

Pondering Late Fall

The schedule of leaf shedding in the late fall...
Maples seem to drop theirs first, Elm quickly behind.
The Oak and Beech leaves hang on to the leaves the longest. They are stubborn, refusing to let go.

My small glass cutting station is set in front of a large window, my view: An Oak, some garden.
At this time of year when most trees are skeletons, I can see a lake across one of the busiest roadways in the area. Only a few trees still carry a spattering of brown leaves.

Today is particularly harsh on the remaining - heavy winds and torrential rainfall pummel with the force of a trained boxer in a match.

Nature agains Nature, the battle continues. I know the leaves will loose this time.

Reflections in glass

How lucky am I to see nature reflected in my work station today!!! Taking time to ponder the small wonders in life is healing..