Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Happy Halloween




I know Halloween is out of control but I have nothing against a ghost story told around the bonfire on a full moon night. I got one for you. I was walking past a graveyard recently at dusk when I got that strange feeling like you feel when you are being watched so I turned and looked in the direction of the sunset and all I saw was this big, old, leaning stone with pink flowers at its feet in the most ancient part of the cemetery. I found it strange that so old a grave would be freshly adorned, who could there remain to mourn?








The pink sky matched the flowers so I took a shot with my camera. Came home and looked at the picture and felt a shiver when I saw the face on the gravestone and felt like I knew who had been watching me.


Saturday, October 23, 2010

Still




For I have learned
To look on Nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls though all things.
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~~~William Wordsworth~~

Blue Rock. Ohio





I picked Grandpa up in Zanesville and we got the heck out of Dodge, rambled down 146 East until we turned South to follow the ridges towards and through the Blue Rock State Forest area. Somewhere on Ridge View Road we got enchanted. This must surely be one of the lowest populated spreads in Ohio.

The woods are lush. There are quite a few abandoned homesteads and we went through one little ghost town. There were about nine empty falling down houses there, one still lived in barely, and a church which looked alive. Beautiful country, the hills almost look like mountains. By the way, what determines when a hill turns into a mountain? Anybody out there know?




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Ground Pine on Forest Floor



Each Golden Leaf as It Falls

To truly absorb autumn I would have to sit down on the ground, spread my skirt and catch on my lap each golden/bronzed leaf as it falls.
I long to sit there and stay out of doors day and night until I become
the earth and all that rich color fades into me. But I am only human and miss so
much.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Path to the Ridge



"We are vehicles or instruments that respond. If we respond to goodness, goodness becomes our property. If we respond to evil, then evil becomes our property. If we respond to love, then love becomes our possession. If we respond to hatred, hatred becomes our life. And if we respond to the things of the earth so much that our whole life becomes absorbed in worldly things, then it is quite natural that we should not respond to those riches which are within us." Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan
























From Joyce Sequichie Hifler.

"Surely if someone took our hand and asked us to walk along the world and view the wonders so magnificently displayed....If by some miracle we could see the vastness of it all at once, and still bear up under the beauty of it....

If we can see the rolling rise and fall of the land - the purple, pink, and golden hues of shadows hung along the mountain sides....If our ears could hear the music of the rippling streams, the rushing waters, the graceful falls.

If by some mere chance we could sense the ebb and flow, the push and relaxing of the tides, the rise and set of the sun, the glittering stars and soft-faced moon that ignores the fact that other worlds encircle ours.....

And as the seasons sprinkle rain and flowers, golden leaves and snowfall.....On this continuous circle.....always new.....always beautiful.....

If we can see al this, how then, can we doubt that the earth that God created and saw as good is good. This is our land, and only our own forgetfulness of its source can make it different."
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Friday, October 8, 2010

Moon of the Falling Leaves October 22



The harvest moon is past. September has slipped away.
The next full moon will charm us on October 22, 2010
and is known as the Hunter Moon or more poetically as
the Moon of the Falling Leaves.


October fields are strewn with plump, orange pumpkins
and the trees pile their colorfully wrapped gifts on the earth’s table
during the Moon of Falling Leaves.




Spiders try to move into the house. Those of us who still tend wood
fireplaces and stoves finally get the chimneys cleaned and the
woodpiles stacked. It is hard to believe after this hot summer
that it is actually going to get cold. Most of us did not hesitate
to say good-by to the heat. Now what we feel is not the sluggish,
oppressed energy that a too hot summer can inspire. The cool air
makes us feel more awake, more alive.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

October Returns



October, please don't be shy.
Let me see your full smile which lights up the earth
when you are the most happy.





No, don't be shy. Laugh with me! Let us sing!
You are the most beautiful of all with tones of red and gold
and amber in your hair and a veil about your eyes.
Your cheeks the most rosy, your perfume the most musky.

Please court me, don't be shy,
don't be meek, I seek you,
sweet, sunny, sad and spiritual October!


Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Wooley Bear Catapillars

Today November time traveled and came from next month to trade places
with October. When dark, dreary November really comes perhaps we will
get back the crisp, bright, sunny October day that she slipped in for today.




There is a wealth of folklore out there about what to look for in nature to foretell the winter. I have heard that if the cicadas make their calls early on the days of late autumn then the winter will be unkind. You can listen for owls hooting late into the autumn nights and bend your ear for crickets chipping early by your hearth,



and look for thick husks on ears of corn for if any of these things come about then the coming winter is sure to be long and cold. I always like to see what the wooly bear caterpillar has to say about the matter.

Those fuzzy, cute caterpillars start showing up everywhere this time of the year, crossing the road, snuggling up on your porch and catching a ride on your jacket. They are so soft looking that no one seems to mind them. The old-timers say that you can tell what winter will be like by noticing how fat or skinny and how much fur this little fellow has on him every autumn. You can read how long winter will be by the width of his black versus his brown bands.