Friday, September 30, 2011

bringing happy back

in which the tears are exchanged for 2 ton beasts,
bejeweled and bejangled,
bringing the house down with hoof-stomping majesty.

nothing beats a big horse for bringing happy back.

naturally, there will be pictures.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Bait and Shoot

mother bear~ Lily
Hope as a cub in 2010
Hope and baby bear sister, Faith~ July 2011

Lily the black bear, of Ely, Minnesota, has been a facebook sensation since January of 2010 when she gave birth to a single female cub. The cub was named Hope, and along with Lily, she became a part of the North American Bear Center's scientific research. Lily and Hope had a camera placed in the entrance to their den until they emerged from hibernation in the spring of 2010. 24 hour viewing and daily facebook page updates on how they were doing made them beloved by thousands...over 132,000 on facebook alone. Incredible amounts of information about the gentle nature of black bears was gleaned.

Winter 2011 found Hope denning once again with her mother, Lily. A den camera was in place to observe Lily giving birth to twin cubs and the subsequent family relations between mother bear, juvenile and new cubs. It was awe inspiring. Elementary schools around America followed the adventures of the 4 black bears, learning about wildlife in a manner previously unavailable. The male cub died, but the female cub, Faith, survived and thrived. Lily and her girls have been teaching a great number of us that the ferocious black bear stereotype is false; that they are gentle, shy creatures with strong family bonds.

Along with my friend, Lisa, I have been watching the winter den cameras, checking the spring, summer and fall videos of the bears and reading the daily updates on facebook. We have the Lily and Hope t-shirts and mugs to prove it. Silly or not, these bears have become a part of our lives.

It was confirmed today that Hope was baited and shot on September 16th by a hunter who set up his bait station in Lily's territory, knowing it was her territory, knowing her family's popularity and importance to scientific research. Hope is dead. And she will be eaten.

I am angry and I am crying.

{Bear photos are from}

 On September 28th, an update from the facebook page for Lily The Black Bear read:

Lily did something during the night that moved us to tears.  She went on a tear, moving miles in such a short time that she must have been running most of the time.  She covered much of her territory and beyond before returning to her starting place where she probably had left Faith.  We have never seen anything like this before.  The only explanation we can think of is the obvious one, given recent circumstances.  What must be going through her mind?  We wish we had been there to see it in person—to see if she was grunting and tongue-clicking as mothers do when they look for lost cubs.  Lily had spent an unusually long time mothering Hope.  Was this a last search before she gives up and settles into a den?  Although we questioned whether the GPS locations were possible, they followed in a line that was not erratic. 

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

52 Photos Project~ September 21st

RED for Bella's 52 Photo's project




Open your heart to Nature and color comes flooding in.

Red is for Bella.

The Autumn issue of The Soul In Bloom is here!
Have you ordered your copy yet?

Friday, September 16, 2011

The Soul In Bloom~ autumn issue

autumn issue cover

behind the scenes
with mr. inquisitive

edited out at the last minute

 This is the issue that gives me the strength to self promote. This issue is for people, especially women, who are on a soul-changing journey through illness, cancer or levels of despair. It is also for the people who love them. As I am finding out myself, to assist another in transcending illness, hopefully back to health, or to the threshold of death's door is a sacred task and a journey all its own. Illness of any kind is a group effort in need of support. This issue, wrapped in the splendor of autumn and comforting words, is my wish and my gift of support for any and all who might need it.

I finished the bulk of the editing and organizing of this magazine just over 3 weeks ago at the kitchen table of my Aunt. She was in her last stages of ovarian cancer.We spent the day together in what turned out to be one of her last days of conversation. We were frank and unafraid. I was irrevocably changed. She died one week later at hospice. This issue is dedicated to her and my Uncle. The local hospice, for their care, will receive copies of this issue as my thank you, with hopes it might give some one comfort.

This issue is about courage and change and healing and death and life. All of it is life. All of it sacred and beautiful. And in the end,  there is no ending, for love goes on and on.

To purchase a copy of The Soul In Bloom~ autumn issue for yourself or someone in need of support, go HERE. Simply create an account at Payment is with credit card or Paypal.

Monday, September 12, 2011

wet peaches and pie

there were blue jays alarming and peaches in the sun. it was the time after death when life offers itself to be lived anew. i am not famous in the kitchen. there are meals i've never made. but in honor of life and the great  need to soar, i peeled the peaches and baked a pie. my first.

it was a meditation of sorts, the peeling and the stickiness and the reading 3 recipes to conjure a filling i thought to be right. it was the 4th recipe, read after the pie was in the oven, that warned of not letting the peaches sit before pouring into the shell. i had let them sit.

the dough, store bought, was too small for the dish, guaranteeing an unflattering crimp.  it took longer to bake than seemed reasonable. when it had cooled by the window and the knife slit its skin, the smell was a cinnamoned perfume of late summer. and it was a swamp.

i had 2 hearty slices of wet peaches and pie. it was astoundingly delicious, but fit for no one but me. the remaining three quarters i threw away, craving and curiosity satisfied.

it was the time after death; the time for newness and wet peaches and soaring back into life.

Thursday, September 08, 2011

mouse matters

i came home, laden with farm market spoils , and there she was in the center of the path to the door. i could tell something was wrong. she was wobbly. i dropped my spoils and bent to ask her what was troubling her. she had been bitten. oh, sweetheart, i'm so sorry. i scooped her up in both hands, her tiny face peeking out between my thumbs. i whispered about how she pretty she was and how sorry i was she was hurt. i carried her to the edge of the ivy patch and set her down on a leaf. she shivered, but stayed and listened to me tell her to come back next time as a cat.

after a time, i gave her a feather-light pet between her ears and she crawled away under the ivy.

the little details of life that cross our paths, they matter.

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

52 Photos Project~ September 7th

My quiet place, my place to recover sanity and life?
Always outside.
Mother Nature is the ultimate Shaman and Healer.
While I am where I am,
the Sitting Tree by the creek
is my sanctuary.

For Bella's 52 Photos Project

Monday, September 05, 2011

the draft marathon~ 4 horse hitch

dappled grey percherons~ swoon!
driver dressed to match the drafts
32 drafts at once
clydesdale 4 hitch
size and scale of a giant

the draft marathon ~ 6 horse hitch

belgian wash
belgian 6-hitch
clydesdale 6~hitch
30 drafts at once
clydesdales~ the winner!
percheron 6-hitch

it was the antidote to a troubling time. she and i, hungry for adventure, took a road trip to the new york state fair. it was draft horse day and we went to be awed. we were. we sat in section 22 on hard metal benches in unmoving 90 degree air. we glistened and let sweat trickle where it may. it mattered not. the size and the numbers of equine splendor, those giants, kept us riveted for close to 10 hours. we were crazy, yet not.

at 2,200 pounds apiece, they are magical beasts.

Friday, September 02, 2011

the messenger bats

her pond, the last day i saw her.

the 3 backyard bats are out early tonight,
flitting in front of the chunk of a moon.
I hear the high school marching band
 practicing under the lights.
i sit on the bench, watching the bats,
rocking back and forth.

we buried her today.
ovarian cancer won.
she lost and we lost
and there has been a flood of tears.

the messenger bats, they promise renewal.

{The pain is done, Dear Linda. Sweet relief has come.}