But there is a dearth of fungi here this season. It is true.
In a way, maybe this is a good thing. Sort of. I guess.
It is in the sense that we have had to turn our attention to other things. Things overlooked, but things that also fill our hearts & imaginations. They are not fungi, but still, as I reflect, I am grateful.
When we turn our eyes from the duff, what more is there to discover?
The World. (In no particular Order.)
|Just allow me open spaces to roam, please.|
|And Mysteries to solve...|
A stone left at Hubby's workplace. Turns out this is
Norwegian translated to runic, it says, roughly,
"There is no cake served in hell."
|And flowers to Learn, Know & Nurture...|
Wild ones, like the Twinflowers (Linnaea borealis)
|And Buttercup (Ranuculus, spp.)|
|Or Yarrow (Achillea millefolium L. var. borealis), |
white & pink varieties.
|And Strawberry Blite (Blitum capitatum) -- coated with|
insect reproductive activity of some sort, I suspect.
|A Foxglove (Digitalis spp.) at the front doorstep|
|A Fuchsia, "Blackie" (Fuchsia, spp., one of many) in back.|
|And Poppies (Papaver, spp.) |
everywhere in between.
|Show me other folks' creations to |
discover, admire, emulate...
|And allow me to indulge in their |
creative Secrets, Free Play & Art...
|Always remembering that everything, everything|
from eating to breathing to sleeping is an Art...
(especially if there is a basil sorbet involved...)
|(...or a local rhubarb-infused vodka, paired with |
friendship & sacred choreography planning)
|And may I always be an open witness...|
Witches' Altar. Lammas 2015.
|Labyrinth, Anchorage, July 2015.|
|Laybrinth, Kasilof, August 2015.|
|Especially to Play.|
|And more Play.|
Let me look to the Earth & the Sea & the Sky...
And everything in between.
|Please let me recognize & embrace |
the aesthetic of every human moment...
|Let me respect my own mortality,|
(Also let me know my allies: wounds packed
with Yarrow & bound with Plantain)
|And that of others...|
Shrew (Sorex, spp.)
|Squirrel (Tamiasciurus hudsonicus) remains.|
|And please, let me laugh, |
(Thank you Llewellyn.)