Archive | July, 2008

We are predators

25. July 2008

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We are predators

Calm early evening as I row out on the high tide into the Strait. Translucent amber kelp globes ride the current—miniature suns magically glowing on the water. Mt. Baker looms in the east, still fully cloaked in snow in mid-summer, and her white flanks pinken as she reflects the fading light. The San Juan Islands shimmer as deep blue sculptural forms to the north. Seals surround me, their shiny heads bobbing like fishing floats. Their dark eyes seem trusting, but perhaps that’s because they know they can easily out-maneuver my odd little boat. Of course, I prefer to believe they see in my eyes admiration that would never betray their trust.

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Hurricane Ridge in July

24. July 2008

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Hurricane Ridge in July

I’ve come to the edge of the wild land, a vertical mile to Hurricane Ridge. I study a subalpine fir torn in two, probably by namesake winds last spring. Its top half now lies on the ground, browning and disintegrating back into the earth. Chipmunks play hide and seek among its brittle branches. The bottom half may survive and grow a new, if odd-looking top—or it may die in place, shed its needles and eventually transform into a stately silver snag. Mountain meadows are colorful, soft and alluring—to deer and to people. Drifts of violet harebells and lupine contrast with white daisies, persimmon colored paintbrushes and lilliputian tiger lilies. The colors flow down the mountain like streams of rainbows.

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Birdsong Meditation

21. July 2008

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Very early one summer morning I sat outside on my deck to meditate and the chorus of songs floating toward me from all directions dominated my thoughts. Rather than fight it or consider it a distraction, I surrendered to the music and let it lead me somewhere new. What follows is my best recreation of that experience. Enjoy!

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The Color of Pleasure

10. July 2008

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“I myself am quite absorbed by the delicate yellow, delicate soft green, delicate violet of a ploughed and weeded piece of soil.”

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Summer Serenade

3. July 2008

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“In summer, the song sings itself.”

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