Holly 2 sparrow photo

bearing witness to the song of a cardinal, red berries on bare vines, misty fog of winter’s first night…

The holly and the ivy,
now both are quite full grown.
Of all the trees out in the wood,
the holly bears the crown.

The rising of the sun
and the running of the deer,
and the playing of sweet music
at the turning of the year.”

Traditional Yule carol


The world over, ancestors marked this day….December 21 and 22 depending on the year was day of rejoicing.  Through the Northern Hemisphere temples and monuments were built to welcome the rising Sun as it emerged bearing light.

Best places to see and celebrate the winter solstice…..Smithsonian magazine


The return of ” Light ” in these days of so much darkness …. May it be for all….


Beauty in Winter Tree with light snow
I live in an urban area with over a dozen nearby parks… many of them large… there is a creek less than a block from where i live…  most often begin and end the walks at the river…. ‘Down to the river to pray’…our world is in great need of release restoration….

We live by the sun,

We feel by the moon,

We move by the stars,
We live in all things,

All things live in us,
We eat from the earth,

We drink from the rain,

We breathe of the air,
We live in all things,

All things live in us,
We call to each other,

We listen to each other,

Our hearts deepen with love and compassion,
We live in all things,

All things live in us,
We depend on the trees and animals,

We depend on the earth,

Our minds open with wisdom and insight,
We live in all things,

All things live in us,
We dedicated our practice to others,

We include all forms of life,

We celebrate the joy of living-dying,
We live in all things,

All things live in us,
We are full of life,

We are full of death,

We are grateful for all beings and companions.

Stephanie Kaza

Beauty in Winter….Starting 12/21/2014 will blog pictures taken while walking… Hopefully for a full year each day will be posting at least one image..I begin this day of  Winter, so often Winter is known   as  the cold drab dark season…My only mission while walking is to see the beauty that is present…

The Earth itself is Buddha, is Christos, is Allah, is Gaia….It is all Here….
I give thanks for this, the Mother in Nature that sustains us, the flowing waters, the plant life, the elements, the seasons that turn round and round, and ‘That’  which directs all things.

‘ That ‘  (within everything that can be named and beyond any name)
I return thanks….

beauty in winter 1

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

— Wendell Berry

Gaia eye

At last we have come to it.
one small and fragile speck of interstellar dust.
One infinitely tiny cell of cosmic life.
A single jot of total potential waiting to be released.
Like the first bacterium leaping into life,
The Earth stands poised to exhale
the breath of human consciousness
Into the dark and lonely void of space.
A second Genesis
In this other Eden.
After four billions years of evolutionary struggle,
A new synthesis
of Human and universal consciousness.
At last we have come to it.

This is untraveled ground.

Four billion years
For consciousness to emerge,
then in only forty thousand more
To move from cave to high-rise tower,
From stone tool to robots on the assembly line.
All this, but still stuck in territorial grief
Remaining death to love beyond the tribe,
and soaking the ground with blood in every land.

Now the higher calling struggles to be heard.
For the most part
The dim and dance of boom and bust
Still drowns it out.

While the very Earth.
Trembles more than a little
Under the burden.

No flash of transformation is pending.
The way of evolution was never thus.
But always in the sheltered margins of the main event,
The questing mutant messengers have formed,
Secured their strength,
And waited for their moment in the light.

So will it be again,
As the pressure builds for consciousness
to hear the higher call,
Then reach, transform, and finally transcend.


Unless the sweep of chance wipes all that out,
Because we did not learn to play the part
Our consciousness created for us,
And like a curious willful child
Without a parent’s guiding hand
We fall into the shimmering pond and drown.

So at last we have come to it.
Whether to fashion a value shift among all cultures
Replacing sense of separation
With understanding of the all,
Or lose our gains against a higher hand.

At last we have come to it.

Desmond Berghofer
The Institute for Ethical Leadership

from the waters




Like the sea itself, the shore fascinates us who return to it, the place of our dim ancestral beginning .  In the recurrent rhythms of tides and surf and in the varied life of the tidelines there is the obvious attraction of movement and change and beauty.  There is also, I am convinced, a deeper fascination born of inner meaning and significance.

When we go down to the low-tide we enter a world that is as old as the earth itself–the primeval meeting place of the elements of earth and water, a place o compromise and conflict and eternal change.  For us as living creatures it has special meaning as a place in or near which some entity that could be distinguished as Life first drifted in shallow waters–reproducing, evolving, yielding that endlessly varied stream of living things that has surged through time and space to occupy the earth.

Rachel Carson




Those that dwell

among the beauties and mysteries of the earth

are never alone or weary of life……

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth

find reserves of strength

that will endure as long as life lasts.


Rachel Carson
The Sense of Wonder




Whatever We See

Is the abode of God anywhere but in the earth, the sea, and sky, and air, and virtue?

Why do we seek the heavenly ones beyond?

Whatever you see, and whatever you touch, that is God.