A moment after skinny dipping

Lazy afternoon down by the river

River Prayer Stance

Here is my handle, here is spout...

Rail Walker

Saturdays should be spent outside.  At least for a few hours, especially if it’s 60 degrees in February, even if it’s windy and doesn’t feel like 60.  Thursday’s snow made the walking trail a muddy bog, so Emotikin decided to walk the rails. Bold, dangerous, carefree, adventurous. That’s what this Saturday called for.

Under the bridge is a river...

Call it the culvert, call it a river, call it a place to jump rock to rock, soak up the sun on a still-cold stone, daring the icy water to swirl too close.

Testing the Nesting for Mr. Mallard

Sea grass, beach grass, duck nest?  Perching here is warmer than the rocks.

Thought Clouds

If Emotikin thoughts were louder than words, what blue-sky-sunny optimism might be heard on this mid-winter concrete beach?

Ice Climber

Avalanche danger? Solid slush.  South face slope still knows what season we’re in. Wishing for spikes on my feet, skis, or a sled.

Fossils in the concrete

What were they thinking, this crew who placed the stones in the concrete berm? Did they notice the fossils in this rock and laugh, wondering whether anyone would ever notice this fine art installation?

Cross-section...We all have tree rings

What layers of life do we each have inside, secret saplings we grew beyond, now seasoned and strong?

Daredevil

Balance in the wind, poised on a pier, invisible cape, courageous.

Time Traveler

What if when you landed, there was a sign saying what year you’d arrived?

Today's play brought to you by the Letter S

Saturday. Sunny. Signs. Sings. Silly. Soul-happy. Seriously.

Life creates captions.

Happy Holidays from Us to  You!

Yo, Yuletide Greetings!

Peace on Earth!

It’s good to go outside to play.

Flying Like Angels

Awaiting the Winter Solstice

We Wish YOU a Merry Christmas!!

A wise shaman once told me how, on the summer solstice, to set your intentions  for the rest of the year. So I strapped on my fingered-hands and wrote a note to the goddess, wrapped it in fresh basil and red ribbon.  My wish is my own, but you can burn or bury yours with this prayer, “Today I let go of the past and invite the blessings of the Universe.”

(And then I fell into the basil pot.
I am pretty sure the plant will revive.
Another solstice wish.)