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Saturday, February 28, 2015

Hike From Weeks Passed

No hike this weekend...it's been raining off and on.
But, a few weeks ago,
 we went to a familiar place for this hike.
It's the same place where I collected acorns for Peggy a while back.
   
A small stroll was planned.
As we enter. I spy locks.
Did I post them last time?  I don't remember.
For some reason, I am fascinated by these locks that keep nothing out.
Every time I have encountered a set of locks, I have been able to either walk around the gate or step over the specially made gate (made to allow foot traffic).
The absurdity of this delights me.


 For some reason, I feel a bit rebellious when I see these locks.
I bravely disobey the silent message to stop on my side of the gate.

For some reason, this song pops into my head.
Not really related, but to me it makes sense.


Of course, we merely step around and head out.

Immediately I am awed by the sight and sound of a beautiful hawk, 
circling and swooping into a large oak tree.
We stand for a long time using binoculars and the camera's zoom feature to get a better look.
But, this one is so far off that our first view was really the best.
The one in my memory.
It landed in the tree far across this meadow.


It is in the far off tree to the left.
I zoom in.



You can click on the picture above and see if you can find it!
Hint: it landed in the upper left side of the tree.

There is something about their cry and the melody of light on their wings 
that stops me dead in my tracks every.single.time, leaving me breathless and 
nearly weeping for the wild  beauty that they are.

A couple of other things catch my eye this day.


There was the way the light poured through the trees.


There was the way the moss electrified this scene.


And there was the dense green, lit from beyond and framed between trees.

I hope everyone has a nice weekend.
Wherever you are, enjoy!
~Nancy




Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2015
 

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Crows and Trees


Heading out to work several days back, a thick fog quiets the sky.
Crows gather in the trees.
Many, many crows.


Camera and binoculars come out to assist us in our counting.
There are so many today.


We wonder at their stillness in the moist morning air.



Like ornaments on a holiday tree,
but much more pleasing to me.

Today, I see this beautiful story on FB.
It almost make me weep in the connectedness of it.
You can read about a young girl and her gifts from the crows here.
It reminds me of the children's book "More" that I wrote about long ago.

Have a wonder-filled Friday of noticing and connecting.
~Nancy 




Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2015

Sunday, February 22, 2015

It Started Like This

The moment I began to stitch down the built in flap on the newest comfort cloth, 
a phrase jumped into my head. 

"It started with a scar".

That is what came to mind, but then I considered that things cannot begin with a scar.
There must be a wound first, yes?
Because a scar is really a healing.

The scar
What is curious to me is that I began this part with the idea to hold that flap down, 
so it does not get in the way of whatever comes next.    A technical step?  Or control.
And I chose a color that is almost hidden, because one cannot always see the scar of another.  Or can we?
Then I thought maybe (green) stitches should come out between the stitches.  Because there is always room or opportunity for growth, right?!  
Then I piled a bunch of stitches on top of one another, because sometimes a scar is thick over a deep wound.
I've done maybe a quarter of the length on the scar and it has already become a metaphor for so much.  I love how cloth does that.

Dyed and Scarred
I also relaxed in the scar stitching, letting go of perfection for perfect little lines. 
I lumped stitches, making kind of long 'thread beads' (Jude style).  
And I did random, quick stitches...some longer than their neighbor.  
A sort of whip stitch as Cindy recently mentioned.

I began this cloth because I knew I needed to.
Because there were questions that may not have answers.
It has already been a comfort to work on, a comfort to hold.
*Note: I am fascinated that the white manufacturer's stitches have stayed very white through the dye process.  I wonder why?  I notice how they stand out in strong contrast to the cloth itself and to the first stitches of mine.


In other 'scar' news...
Our apricot tree, the one we adore...
the one with the best tasting apricots in the world...
Yes, that one.
It has scars of its own.  It has been roughly pruned by others and gardeners.  last year, you may remember that we did not get one edible apricot.
This year we know why.
The tree, in beautiful bloom is dying.
It is soft, hollow sounding.


But, it still is beautiful and filled with more and more blooms and buds each day.
We don't really think it can be saved.
He says we could push it right over with one hand.
We will have to do something about this.


It makes us so sad.

We have history together, this tree and us.


But, it has its own scars, that may not heal.

And it has had unwelcome visitors.



I don't think our rains this weekend will help.
(((sigh)))

Another part of life, I suppose.

I hope your week is filled with whip stitched living,
~Nancy


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2015

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Topanga Hike, For Real

Okey Dokey...let's see if I can get a post done.  This one, again saved as a draft days and days ago.  Oh bother.

So a few weeks ago my sister and I took a walk near her home.  I was excited as I have never hiked her mountain range.  The hike is called "Summit to Summit".  We did half of the walk, as the trail was a bit confusing.  We later figured it out at home on the computer!  Haha go figure.  If you are ever in SoCal, there is a great website called Nobody Hikes in LA that has tons of information.  It was a beautiful, cloudy day.  It's a good thing we didn't make the whole hike, as on the way back the mist turned into a heavy drizzle!  We got soaked!!  Anyway, here we go.....
* As usual, click on photos to enlarge.

Way off in the distance, the ocean
AKA "The Valley"
A curious find
Views in every direction
Add caption
Rust

Striped rock

Trail through a open space

Side trail
More locks


It was a great day for a hike, even though we got rained on!  I was happy to see another set of locks that don't keep too much out!  It's getting so a hike would not feel complete without them!

I hope you've also had some good days in the past weeks.  Thanks for visiting.
~Nancy

ALSO:
Recently I was liking this post.  I think it was Michelle in NYC who turned me on to this blog.  I've found good stuff there.  I also thought this was a pretty cool idea, made me want to make a blue goo shelf.



Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2015

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Topanga Hike

I found this draft...with this title and an empty page.  I thought I'd done this already.

My mind has been a bit busy lately.

Time has been a bit short lately.

Doing the important first.


At any rate, I did do this:





Pomegranate & Rust.  It is a comfort in my hands.

Have a good end of your week!  ~Nancy



Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2015

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Open in Light and Shadow

Open on Friday left me noticing 
Light & Shadow.
It found me reflecting on Marti's comment on my last post.
"Open can also let in that which tests us, which can bring us to our knees, which can make us want to close up."

I am not brought to my knees, but the news received has me practicing remaining open, so I can respond thoughtfully, patiently and with kindness for all of the players invloved.

This becomes easier for me as the years go by.

But, on the other hand, I do feel a sense of 'testing'...a level of challenge as I consider the information or lack of it.

It's a lot to think about.

Light & Shadow

So, for right now, I am living the questions.

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2015

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."

Rainer Maria Rilke

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Keeping Open


Silhouetted Opened Spaces


Today, this is what 'open' looks like.
What it feels like.
Today spaces represent open.

If there is no open, there is no space for that seed.
No seed, no growth.

So, open.

Light Filling Open Spaces

I've received news.
And partly because I've been considering open,
I am in a good place to receive this news.

“And the day came when the risk to remain
tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
-Anaïs Nin


As I go about considering this, I remind myself to remain open, to look for the spaces.
I remind myself to rest there, in the spaces, and breathe.

Spaces and Beyond
Open Spaces.
Keeping open.
 Leaving space.
Being open.
“The mind that opens to a new idea never returns to its original size.”
~Albert Einstein



I have a sense of change about me.
A sense of growth taking place,
even when I'm not even fully aware.
And when I am totally present and focused too.

I have a sense.

Really Open
 Because open also comes from the seed itself.
It can be juicy and wonderful.
It can be a deep kind of open.
It can be sweet.
It can be fruitful.


Open Can Be Deep

As a friend said to me today,
"Life is good".

~Nancy


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2015

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Second Sunday ~ A Continuation

This will be a continuation of last Sunday's walk.  The germs got the best of me again, so no hike today.  I've spent the weekend laying around, watching football, napping and computing.  Tomorrow starts a new work week.

I saw the following poem this morning on FB.  Y'all know how I love David Whyte.  I've posted videos of his in the past.  Anyway, I liked this one because I noticed the "or not" in the 5th line.  Isn't that just so true...weather we attempt, meet, exceed...we live.  I say that is enough.  Living in the best way you know how.  Striving and accepting at the same time.  Anyway, you can read for yourself and decide how, if or which parts speak to you.


Recall the way
you are all possibilities
you can see and how you live best
as an appreciator of horizons
whether you reach them or not.
Admit that once you have got up
from your chair and opened the door,
once you have walked out into the clean air
toward that edge and taken the path up high
beyond the ordinary, you have become
the privileged and the pilgrim,
the one who will tell the story
and the one, coming back
from the mountain,
who helped to make it.
From MAMEEN in RIVER FLOW: New and Selected Poems
© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press
The Path to High White Stones
Cumbria July 2014
photo © David Whyte

So on to my own mountain from last Sunday...

Heading out of the crevice
 When you last saw us, we had found a bit of history down off the path.  I did take the little button, but left all of the rest behind for other hikers to discover.
I really don't need more stuff!

Crude Petroleum Road
In places the crude petroleum oozed out of the hillside and made its own road...
or paved the trail!  This area had some of the purest ever found.  Now though, the whole area is pretty well contaminated after the refining process distributed it (and other chemicals used in the process) everywhere.

Sage
One of the things I like the best about these hikes are the wonderful scents on the breeze.
I am most usually reminded of my childhood camp.
So much so, that now even he says that it smells Kinneret-y!!
We like to pick the different sages and bring out the scent by rubbing it between our fingers.
I used to take some in my medicine bag
(before that was passed along to my Mama and buried with her).

egg
The crude petroleum traps things in place.
Framed bits of once upon a time.

Heading back out

We head towards the main trail.
Passing under the freeway is both filled with respite from the heat and a bit nerve wracking.
I always feel a slight discomfort at the thought of being under, if there was an earthquake or of running into someone who spends more time than I under here.  We often get the sense of homeless camps in some of these places.
Well, probably I do more than him.  I'm more chicken!

Anyway, before we get to the underpass, I spy a big log off to the side of the trail.
Of course I make a comment about what a great 'table' it could be.
He goes over to explore it, tipping it over to examine it.

Looking in
As he looks into the hollow center...

Abandoned hive
The whole inside is lined with an abandoned bee (or ?) hive.
He pulls some out to check it out and gets a finger filled with sweet honey!

A big piece
It is so pretty!

Still inside
I place the camera down inside the hive.
Look at the light!

steps
Steps for road service workers.

Beauty
As we head to down the trail to the car,
I can't help but snap a another photo or two.

The knob
One last glance at the knob on the other side of the highway leaves me ready for home and ready for another hike real soon.

Last note:
I came to this link (also on FB this morning, thanks Deanna)
A very good read, more than once I believe.

Have a happy & healthy week!
~Nancy


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2015