Bear Mountain

I left the city today, and went up to Bear Mountain State Park, which is situated in the mountains rising from the west bank of the Hudson River.
The first thing I did when I got there was hug a tree. It seemed the natural thing to do, and I could feel the energy of the earth again; always there, sustaining us. It was good to watch the gentle waters of the lake. Me and my friend, evie, took a long walk around the entire lake. Hawks (one of my favorite good omens) greeted us in large numbers, swirling overhead for a good long time. It was a good day.

wednesday's wish

It's Wish Casting Wednesday again. Today's Wishcasting is asks, "what do you wish to connect to".

I wish to connect to the Earth. I am most at home in nature, and it feels like I haven't connected with her in too long. Whether it is upstate traisping through the woods, or just a walk through a local park, I wish to connect to her again.

I wish to connect to an old friend who has been estranged from me for a couple of years. Life is just too short.

I wish to connect to the camera I just bought (it should be delivered by tomorrow), so that it becomes a second pair of eyes. :)

nature

This month's Creative Everyday challenge is about Nature, so here is a collage of some of my favorite nature pics.

get back

When I was young and light and filled with the dream of a mountain, or something like an eagle, the world was vast right outside my window. I saw for miles.

As my life spreads out over the years, the horizon comes closer, and the world is small. Still, I can see for miles.

We fill up with age. .. with whatever it is we experience. If we don't notice the day, we won't notice anything else.

The city is a hard place when it comes to noticing everything around you. There is too much going on, too much sensory overload. Its best to keep your field of vision closer to the area just surrounding you, and whatever task you may take to hand.
Up in the country, your field of vision takes a big leap, and travels far outside your body... yet it is connected to where you are, precisely. You feel yourself as part of the whole. You can feel the earth breathing.

Gotta get back to the place I know the best... near nature, where hawks soar high, and wildflowers roam the earth. I need to breathe it all in. My very soul needs this!

Hawkfriend

crystals in a stream
wildflowers

roadside gems

I like to collect gems on the side of the road, and off the river's edge. Beach glass, and turtle bone... Pieces of stone, and grasses. Memories from the mountains, tree beard from a forest of pines

Here in the city, I have the sky, being six stories up, and I have the tops of trees, beyond the rooftops. The river is there, just beyond the trees; like a highway of water, the ships come from docks in Manhattan, and piers in Brooklyn. Rusty and reddish barges, and the Queens of the ocean, so tall I can see their stacks moving by, lit up like a celebration, heading towards the nearby international waters. They drift under the bridge's highest point, glittering away on the curve of the earth.

childhood days

I had a special cigar box.... well, many special cigar boxes, but come the Fall one was always lined in cotton (the kind that comes rolled in blue tissue paper); maybe a small piece of fabric, too. Walking to school, or maybe walking the dog, I'd come upon the leaves and small rocks; an acorn, a yellow bead from someone's bracelet. Unattached to tree or boulder or the wrist of a girl... cold, and even lonely.At home I'd tuck them on a cotton bed, and cover them with cloth.