tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84691925209276081122024-03-14T00:40:48.897-04:00Along Crum CreekDarcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.comBlogger312125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-39205867498407103762015-02-23T00:07:00.001-05:002015-02-23T00:07:22.501-05:00Nature as a Spiritual Practice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today was the first day of the program I am offering through my church called "Women Spirit, Nature as a Spiritual Practice." There are 11 women registered and we will be gathering at local parks and nature preserves over the next few months as we spend time in sitting in nature trying to get to know ourselves better as informed by the natural world.<br />
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With tarp and chair in tow, I wandered off away from the other women, wanting to get further off the beaten path to spend my solitary hour completely immersed in the woods. A small clearing beckoned to me and I followed some deer tracks to gain access. Upon arriving at my chosen spot, I threw my tarp upon the ground and immediately laid down on it and gazed upward at the sky feeling a connection with the earth below me and the trees surrounding me. It wasn't until the cold from the snow began to seep into my bones many minutes later that I got up and sat in my chair.<br />
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My new found vantage point found me staring straight at a huge beech tree which had a long scar along the bottom of it. The purpose of today's exercise was to notice what things called out to you in nature and to think about how they may have correlations to your life. I spent some time writing my thoughts in my journal asking questions of myself and of my surroundings. I felt the woods offered up many stories to investigate and consider.</div>
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Later, the other women and I gathered together and shared our stories of our alone time in nature. Many expressed gratitude for being able to have this time in the woods alone, something they never dared do before. Because we were in a group, all heading out to separate places though, it felt safe. Others said they would have spent this winter day enclosed in the warmth of their homes if the class had not brought them outdoors and they were so glad to have been coaxed out into the wilds. Glad to embrace the lessons of the natural world.Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-53258468590783904062014-12-04T00:29:00.001-05:002014-12-04T00:31:45.268-05:00Must we shop till we drop?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Something about the carefree freedom found on the beach appeals to me. Pulls me out of my adult world and takes me back to my childhood. Sand castles, wave dodging, wind pulling at my hair. Collecting shiny rocks, grit between my toes, breathing in fresh air.<br />
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No matter what my age, each time I visit the beach, I return to age ten, giddy and carefree as gaze out into the blue expanse, looking for land to appear on the other side but really seeing myself and my place in the interconnected web of life mirrored back at me on the hazy horizon. Tapping into the great mystery that pulls at me whenever the immensity of the natural world makes me feel so very insignificant. Connecting me to something much greater than I.<br />
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This letting so of adult pretenses allows me to return to a child like sense of wonder, drawing me back to a place of being present in the moment without distraction. Feeling, sensing, tasting, breathing. Not wishing for tomorrow or thinking about yesterday but just simply enjoying the sun upon my face as I marvel at the shoreline extending off into the distance.<br />
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Unfortunately, just recently, I was not able to tap into these feel good feelings of childhood wonder when I found myself on the beach on a mild November day a few weeks ago. Distracted as I was by the fact that the beach parking lot was completely empty as we pulled into it while the shopping mall lots we had passed on the way were packed full of cars. Why, on such a beautiful day, was everyone shopping rather than beach combing? Or beach being? Missing out on the peace found in a sand and water soaked landscape. Why were so many choosing to shop rather than basking in the beauty of the natural world? Why?<br />
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A peaceful respite from an all too busy life with a walk along the creek last Sunday. Trying to get back to finding time to blog again after too much time away but know it may be 2014 before that happens. So much has transpired in the last year. My oldest son has married, my youngest is applying to colleges, I have finished my Pennsylvania Master Naturalist training program. I am thankful to know that when life keeps me running like this, I can head out into the woods to restore my soul.Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-58876562146926143932013-01-25T09:39:00.000-05:002013-01-25T10:22:06.948-05:00Standing in Wisdom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I would love to stand in the wisdom of the trees. To feel fully rooted and all knowing. Able to reach up and out toward the light of the sky, embracing all of what comes. Standing toe to toe with the other sentinels of the forest. A heavy coat of bark working to keep out what causes harm. Yet still aware that harm can come from those planted nearby, limited by their experience of growing in the shadows. Wishing for them to find sustenance from the waters of the creek of life as they grow.Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-20092104912676648552013-01-04T18:02:00.000-05:002013-01-04T18:03:49.183-05:00Into the Dark<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After spending a few hours this morning outside with my dog group, I have done nothing more than read, research and write while sitting inside over the course of this winter day and I am ready to leash up my pup Dakota and go for a walk. I have found myself recently drawn to a local neighborhood park near my home during my evening walks and have enjoyed the stillness found there, the quiet that comes on when everything is cloaked in darkness. Houses, though just yards away, disappear at night and I find myself feeling as though I am deep in the woods, wandering alone, able to think more clearly, away from the roads and sidewalks and hurried commuters heading home from the train. I almost feel pulled there each night, as though my brain needs the rest this small oasis affords after a day of thinking. To stare into the ribbons of woodlot surrounding the park, not sure of what I am trying to see or discover as I let the cold evening air settle in around me.Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-68525853591147028762013-01-02T11:08:00.002-05:002013-01-02T11:11:13.593-05:00Winter's Way...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love how just a light dusting of snow can paint our world another color. Cover up some of the dark spots in our lives and brighten things. Walking along a snow covered path enlivens me. Offers up hope for a new way of seeing things, allowing me to walk toward the light.</div>
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My pup Dakota bounds along the trail and into the creek as we walk. Even for her who typically lives life in the moment, this moment in the wilds of winter she seems more exuberant, embracing the day and all it holds. Always hopeful, moving forward.<br />
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May Dakota's example and the beauty nature offers me, show me a way to move through my world in this new year.Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-33883085435769769362012-12-27T17:58:00.000-05:002012-12-27T17:58:05.784-05:00Home for the Holidays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For five short days we were all together once again, my older son having traveled from DC to come spend some time with us over the holidays. The time went too quickly. While we did have lots of fun visiting with friends from out of town, hosting a board game playing soup party, and attending a birthday party while he was here, it seems there is never enough time to do it all and before you know it, the adult son you so warmly welcomed at the train station just days before is being taken back to that same station and sent on his way.<br />
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Where did the time go? I had that same feeling as I sat gathering my special holiday napkins from the cupboard near the Yule tree when I happened to glance up at the tree and notice a handmade ornament made by my son dated December 1992. It only took me a few seconds to compute that the ornament had been made 20 years ago. It took me much longer to comprehend how 20 years had flown by in the space of what felt like just months. Where had the time gone? I began to cry thinking about how fast time goes and how it feels almost impossible to savor time enough. To slow it down and really enjoy it and know it and feel it.<br />
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Given how precious time is, I have begun to think more seriously around how I desire to spend my days and have come up with some changes I'd like to make as I move into the new year. They involve embracing yoga, meditating, writing, drawing, reading, walking a local labyrinth, eating well, journaling, spending more time in the woods and with friends and family.<br />
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My oldest son left today, my youngest leaves tomorrow for San Francisco to visit a friend. I'll have about a week to put my plans for myself into motion. Not too much time, but enough I hope to embrace a new way of being.Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-28800820901879226682012-12-26T16:27:00.002-05:002012-12-26T16:28:53.272-05:00Winter Walk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love getting outside this time of year and with a bit of snow falling from the sky, my husband and I headed out to walk along Crum Creek with our pup Dakota. The creek is about a 15 minute stroll from our house but we enjoyed taking many detours to give our pup a chance to run off leash. After letting her tear across the local school yard, a soccer field and the college campus, we entered the woods along the creek and settled into enjoying nature's beauty as the snow changed over to heavy rain.<br />
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I've been reading a book by Theodore Roszak called "The Voice of the Earth - An Exploration of Ecopsychology" and am finding myself getting incredibly drawn into it. The book speaks to me on many levels and I find myself contemplating it as I take in the sounds of the forest with the wind in the trees and the rain splashing upon rocks. Enjoying the music of Roszak's words and those of the forest- can't think of a better way to spend a day.<br />
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<br />Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-71065502293171577202012-08-20T10:49:00.002-04:002012-08-20T10:50:15.617-04:00EcopsychologyContinuing my research this morning. Found an interesting article on Ecology and Spirituality shown below:<br />
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Vanderbilt University started a three year program to look into how religion and culture impacts nature.<br />
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This got me thinking about a college degree in Ecospirituality and I found something at Naropa University on Ecopsychology and linked the webpage below. Bear with me as I do this investigating. Finding my calling...<br />
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Off I go to take my son rock climbing. Will have to resume this thinking later...Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-48147764789955588092012-08-20T00:07:00.000-04:002012-08-20T00:39:04.921-04:00Faith and EcologyBeen thinking about what class I am going to offer at my UU church this fall in the area of environmental justice. Spent some time on the UU Ministry for Earth website and came across a few interesting directions. First of all, I discovered that a woman named Barbara Ford is offering workshops called Gaia Workshops which are very similar to those that Joanna Macy runs. Barbara's website can be found at:<br />
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Also discovered a new curriculum on environmental justice called "Our Place in the Web" which looks incredibly interesting and one I'd like to check into. Further information can be found at:<br />
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<a href="http://uuministryforearth.org/EJ-Curriculum">http://uuministryforearth.org/EJ-Curriculum</a><br />
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Lastly, the UU Ministry for Earth site has a great reference book called "Earth and Spirit, Bringing Ecology into Adult Religious Education" which can be ordered from the site below. This guide offers a sample curriculum for adult RE which looks interesting.<br />
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The UU Ministry for Earth site can be found here:<br />
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Will spend some time tomorrow working on the direction I'd like to go with this for the fall semester. Looking forward to where this will take me.<br />
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With a bit more research, I found another fascinating website I will need to check out. Not enough time in the day to pursue what interests me.<br />
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David Korten's website:<br />
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Discussion Guide info for David Korten's book, "The Great Turning"<br />
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Have been hanging my wash outside ever since the deck and pergola were added to the back of my house, replacing the dangerous, decayed deck we inherited when we bought our house a year ago. I love being able to once again enjoy the fresh smell of clothes hung outdoors and it somehow fortifies my soul. The repetitive act of pulling a wet shirt from the basket then pinning it to the line over and over again is meditative and allows me to slow down and be in the moment. I haven't had many "moments" to slow down this summer and I welcome the opportunity to do so. I am interested in starting a serious meditation practice before the hustle and bustle of fall heads my way and this may be the gateway to get me started.Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-47561230475931151572012-05-22T20:09:00.002-04:002012-05-22T20:12:20.768-04:00A Stroll...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just before I headed up to the Co-op to pick up some things for dinner, I got notice that a book I had ordered from the library for my monthly book club had arrived. So I leashed up Dakota and headed out, making a slight detour over to the library before continuing on. Dakota loves these outings as much as I do as we both usually bump into someone we know. Today, we both benefited as we ran into a friend from our morning dog club, Dakota greeting her friend with a quick tussle and I engaging in conversation with mine. </div>
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Walking home, I couldn't help but notice the various bird calls in the many mature trees arching over my route, serving as background music constantly playing. The sound of the creek flowing along in its banks became an accompaniment as I rounded the last turn toward home. But just before heading up our drive to the comforts of home, Twilight, the gray cat down the street, strolled toward Dakota, beckoning her to come closer so she could bare her teeth and take a swat at her. Reminding me that not everything is friendly in small towns.</div>
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Finished planting the last of my herb garden this week. Herbs collected from many sources. The Swarthmore Co-op, Media Farmer's Market, Swarthmore Farmer's Market, and Home Depot of all places. A collection of mostly locally grown plants which should acclimate quickly and then a few from far away, arriving in a new land to try and survive and make a life, reaching roots into soil that at times feels very unfamiliar. A rocky road at times, this navigating of new substrate, but with lots of support the journey is made easier.<br />
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I've offered support to another type of transplant this year as I participated in the Coming of Age program at my church by mentoring a 15 year old girl in her rite of passage from childhood to youth. This girl, newly arrived last fall from Illinois with her family is slowly transferring her roots from her old residence to here. Where at one time all I heard in her voice was a longing for her home in Illinois, I am now starting to hear her speak of connections being made here. It takes time, this transference of roots, finding new ways to get nourishment in new soils. But like plants, soon enough, we begin to get established, reach new heights and find the sun.Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-78405574215873052542012-05-18T09:37:00.000-04:002012-05-18T09:39:18.552-04:00Blue Sky Morning...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sitting on my front deck this morning, coffee in hand, listening to the birds singing, voices of my neighbors visiting.<br />
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The bright blue sky greeted me on this day as I stepped outside with my pup to head over to dog club to meet up with other dog owners, letting our dogs romp while we visited. Its about a half mile walk each way so by the time I get home, I've had a bit of exercise as has Dakota.<br />
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Some mornings I stop by the co-op to pick up breakfast items and this morning was no exception, grabbing bananas and yogurt while Dakota sat outside hitched to a railing.<br />
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I am noticing the many vegetable and flower gardens here in the borough really starting to come on and with our local farmer's market starting up tomorrow, I know summer is just around the corner.Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-34655743493053774792012-05-17T16:48:00.000-04:002012-05-17T16:48:10.617-04:00Living in Place...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've changed the name of my blog to reflect my desire to live in my place- along Crum Creek. To draw a much smaller circle around where I live and attempt to stay within the confines of that place, choosing to spend as much time as possible on foot doing my daily errands versus hopping in the car. Granted, I do have to get in a vehicle for my twice weekly trips over to my son's educational center, attend church, and visit with friends out of reach of public transportation, but there are many, many days where my car never leaves the driveway.<br />
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This choice to live in place allows the rhythm of my days to unfold at a very slow pace but I find this gives me an opportunity to make deeper connections with those I come in contact with. Gives me an chance to notice things about my surroundings that I would never notice by car. Allows me to slow my days down and just be.<br />
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Gazing across an open marsh not too far from my home near Philadelphia, I find the sights and smells I discover today as a middle aged woman transport me back to my native Michigan as a young child of eight. That day my youngest brother was in tow, as we tried to figure out a way to traverse the mushy, wet ground of our childhood marsh, trying to get ever closer to the elusive open water. Our feet sinking into the muck, our shoes at risk of disappearing for good. We never did reach the open water on that particular day, but one time after that, my brothers, a rubber raft in hand, were able to navigate through the tall reeds and cattails to launch their boat upon the water. I can still see them today in my mind's eye, out there floating along, triumphant over their success. This marsh my eyes rest upon today, with the sound of bird calls, the wind rustling amongst the grass, brings back all of those memories, the connection to marshland made many years ago as a child. Causing me to understand that connections to where I currently live are made not only in the here and now, but also from a place deep within me.Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-3147716973991948982012-04-04T00:22:00.001-04:002012-04-08T08:03:49.664-04:00Spring Break<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My dog barked at the waves crashing up onto the beach as she rushed at them this morning. This morning, her first time experiencing the ocean. Digging in the sand and at times eating it, splashing at the water's edge, pulling me into the cold icy grip of the still-winter-temperature waters. This was in fact the ocean off Delaware we were wading into - not the warm Florida waters most spring break revelers typically flock to - so our legs and toes were a bit chilled, but thankfully at least, our thoughts were warmed by the beauty all around us.<br />
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<br />Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-74909099640346185012012-03-07T09:15:00.007-05:002012-03-07T10:55:59.241-05:00Living in Community with Others...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ42VESyqPs/T1dts6BXEZI/AAAAAAAADQk/qgyhmhksywY/s1600/IMG_6537.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ42VESyqPs/T1dts6BXEZI/AAAAAAAADQk/qgyhmhksywY/s400/IMG_6537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717158870226768274" /></a>Went the round-about way to the doggie playgroup this morning. Through Little Crum Creek Park and up along Yale Avenue, then over to the schoolyard to meet up with Ella and Ilsa, Buttercup and Lola, just a few of the many dogs gathered, all friends of Dakota's ready to romp and run, chasing after balls and each other. Gleefully welcoming this feeling-like-spring morning. I feel fortunate to have found this group, both for myself and my pup. Starting each day in community with other dog lovers, discussing the events of our lives and the life of our borough, as we watch our dogs circle around and around us.<div><br /></div><div>It really is nice to start each day with others for it is a precursor to how my day unfolds. More and more I find myself spending time amongst people of similar interests and less time alone with myself. Of course this means I have less quiet time to think or blog but I love the feeling of being in community and as long as we are spending time doing things I enjoy, then it works perfectly. For instance, I love to read books about nature, so participating in the arboretum's book club where we read nature orientated books is a good fit. So is working on Adult Faith Development with my church where I have been running nature focused discussion groups. Being with others in this way offers support to me and who I am. Rather than think I need to find more alone time to focus on my interests, I am beginning to think of more ways to work with people who quickly become friends in areas that are of interest to me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course I still need alone time, just not as much of it. The loneliness of thinking I was the only one that loved walking in the woods studying nature, has given way to forming friendships around this idea. The desire to study nature based spirituality, typically a solo endeavor for me, has given way to discovering others on this same path. Early on in my son's homeschooling journey I discovered the need for meeting people that also participated in self-directed learning for their children, and have always had many friends that homeschool in this way, but now I am beginning to find friends to share the journey with in not only the homeschool world but in almost all aspects of my life. What is happening I think is that I am slowly discovering I don't have to be alone to pursue my many passions, I just have to put myself out there in order to find others like myself. Life spent with others in community can be so incredibly satisfying, encouraging me to find a way to find balance between alone time and people time.</div>Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-31482576827123788282012-02-09T11:23:00.004-05:002012-02-09T14:14:42.146-05:00Winter Sunrise...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nueoUAEn_A/TzPzVB4fh5I/AAAAAAAADPk/6c5iayvHUD4/s1600/IMG_6557.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nueoUAEn_A/TzPzVB4fh5I/AAAAAAAADPk/6c5iayvHUD4/s400/IMG_6557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707172695416735634" /></a>The snow overnight greeted me this morning. White and fresh, beckoning me outside and down to a nearby park, my pup in tow. It has been a long time coming, this snow with me outside enjoying it, noticing it. I have been distracted lately. Spending time at book clubs, woman's spirituality groups, my son's educational center, doggie playgroups, and my UU church. Being more in community with people than nature. While I have loved this opportunity to be with people and form a sense of belonging for myself, I have missed the natural world. <div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXraS429BAQ/TzPzUkdrx5I/AAAAAAAADPY/mmKAdEGLHOQ/s1600/IMG_6558.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXraS429BAQ/TzPzUkdrx5I/AAAAAAAADPY/mmKAdEGLHOQ/s400/IMG_6558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707172687519664018" /></a>The world of nature with the sun rising up from the horizon, bringing forth light to an otherwise gray day. Reminding me, calling to me to rejoin what I have have stepped away from for the last month. Calling me back to my passion...</div></div>Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-44240420933566461132012-01-07T20:44:00.002-05:002012-04-07T07:41:56.756-04:00John Heinz National Wildlife Refuge<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nz0GUjkDDDI/Twj1tIwFdvI/AAAAAAAADOc/xHYpSJWaWZA/s1600/IMG_6546.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695071884602078962" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nz0GUjkDDDI/Twj1tIwFdvI/AAAAAAAADOc/xHYpSJWaWZA/s400/IMG_6546.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>As the largest remaining freshwater tidal marsh in Pennsylvania, the John Heinz National Wildlife Refuge forms a buffer between dry land and open ocean, influenced by tides but containing very little salt. The refuges almost 1,000 acres is a vital feeding and resting place for birds migrating along the Atlantic Flyway and also provides habitats for lots of varied wildlife.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUNH72wXd-4/TwJqFWmrPCI/AAAAAAAADMw/HFYohcIqgLY/s1600/IMG_6506.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693229519149415458" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUNH72wXd-4/TwJqFWmrPCI/AAAAAAAADMw/HFYohcIqgLY/s400/IMG_6506.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>My dog likes to run along the hills or splash in the creek, losing her mind as she rushes about reveling in the freedom to investigate as she pleases.</div>
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Let the beauty of the natural world bring you peace in the New Year!</div>Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-53745714153832854972011-12-20T10:47:00.005-05:002011-12-20T11:41:29.787-05:00Local Yule Trees<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtOq0wli2GQ/TvCublBlI1I/AAAAAAAADJk/Jomtn6UvN50/s1600/IMG_6384.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtOq0wli2GQ/TvCublBlI1I/AAAAAAAADJk/Jomtn6UvN50/s400/IMG_6384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688238118187377490" /></a>To be honest, I don't know how far the Yule trees traveled that were featured for sale on my local fire department's lot. Maybe they came from North Carolina or quite possibly Maine, but I do know their close proximity to my home allowed me to obtain one without using any fuel this year. Typically, my family and I head out into the country, spending the day and lots of gas to arrive at the perfect place to select and cut down our tree. But when we noticed a tree lot being set up by the fire fighters at our local station, we decided to purchase our tree from them instead. To support their cause and our desire to shop local.<div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dpW2FEIPWCg/TvCubF173mI/AAAAAAAADJY/OlaAdHnxK6M/s1600/IMG_6382.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dpW2FEIPWCg/TvCubF173mI/AAAAAAAADJY/OlaAdHnxK6M/s400/IMG_6382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688238109817036386" /></a>After selecting our tree, Mike and Ryan carried it the few blocks home where it now stands proudly decorated in our living room, ready for the upcoming Yuletide.</div><div><br /></div><div>As 2011 winds down, I feel a sense of gratitude that this year has brought me the opportunity to finally begin to live my environmental values in a huge way. To have downsized into an appropriately sized home for our family. To live within walking distance of all day to day activities such as the food co-op, library, bank, post office, public transportation etc... To have reduced the use of my car to mostly just going back and forth between church and my son's alternative education center twice a week. To have close walking access to the woods and creeks near my home for my enjoyment as well as my pup's. To have found a sense of community in my neighborhood and borough as well as through my church and son's alternative school, allowing me to begin to put down strong roots and create a sense of place for myself and my family.</div><div><br /></div><div>So yes, our Yule tree may have come from somewhere else far away. But so did I. I am not local to here either. After a bit, my tree will be chipped up and spread on the gardens and soil of this new place creating new life from itself, just as I myself will bring something new to this place I now call home. </div>Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-6278837173106610582011-12-13T15:46:00.003-05:002011-12-13T18:05:59.984-05:00For the Journey...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDJ7G6nBBlo/Tue6HQJeMsI/AAAAAAAADHk/QT-e8gUvlJQ/s1600/IMG_6329.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDJ7G6nBBlo/Tue6HQJeMsI/AAAAAAAADHk/QT-e8gUvlJQ/s400/IMG_6329.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685717688335086274" /></a>This branching tree with its many paths, I view each morning as I look out my window. Tall and straight, reaching skyward, it certainly knows where it is heading. Along the way the tree had many choices, many branches to develop further but it choose instead to grow upright, following it true path. <div><br /></div><div>Its roots are grounded solidly with as much below ground as above. Digging deep, searching for the strength to keep itself from toppling. Rooted in the knowledge that it is on the right path.</div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BMfOpso-KvU/Tue6G9IFDDI/AAAAAAAADHc/FpumPXj_eFA/s1600/IMG_6396.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BMfOpso-KvU/Tue6G9IFDDI/AAAAAAAADHc/FpumPXj_eFA/s400/IMG_6396.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685717683228970034" /></a>When I head into the woods, I notice there are many trees that serve as examples of a life well lived, a knowing. These guides offer stability, wisdom and strength for the journey to those that are willing to stand close and feel the roughness of their bark. Venturing into the woodlot, friends and family, books in tow, I know I am on the right path, the clear path to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>While I understand I am wandering on the correct trail, I still don't necessarily know where I am going. I sense this unknowing in life doesn't have to be known. It can just be followed, taking a step forward, enjoying each step over the leaf strewn path, around the rocks and over the hills to a secret spot.</div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ROpV9CId6jI/Tue6GRe8T5I/AAAAAAAADHQ/6RYcBa1iF7M/s1600/IMG_6393.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ROpV9CId6jI/Tue6GRe8T5I/AAAAAAAADHQ/6RYcBa1iF7M/s400/IMG_6393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685717671513706386" /></a>My spot, where I can sit amongst the trees and watch the creek amble along. The birds offering their thoughts and the stones at my feet radiating warmth. This place, this space is mine. Where I can journey forward knowing that it's OK to not know.</div>Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8469192520927608112.post-31540049330658708932011-12-03T07:10:00.002-05:002011-12-03T07:35:30.133-05:00New Day...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9buPTYp5wSM/TtoR8JFTbbI/AAAAAAAADG4/Nid6ms3GYmI/s1600/IMG_6380.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9buPTYp5wSM/TtoR8JFTbbI/AAAAAAAADG4/Nid6ms3GYmI/s400/IMG_6380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681873604809289138" /></a>Looking east out my window, the sun not yet up, a new day begins, perched between what was and what will be. This in-between place, this moment, not yet written in history and not something you are looking forward to but the place where you are living now, this second, is what matters. Is what allows you to build a life, these moments built one on top of another, joined together.<div><br /></div><div>I want to rest within this space in time, stretch it out and linger in it, feel my breath, listen to the birds outside my window, notice my dog resting on the couch, feel the warmth of the heat from the furnace, smell the coffee brewing. This moment, this day, let it begin slowly as I pause to feel gratitude for all that graces my world. The beauty that surrounds me, the love that holds me, the community that supports me. There is much good in this world. As the sun reaches higher in the sky, a new moment is upon us. Enjoy it!</div>Darcyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13474895637619727452noreply@blogger.com0