Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, July 30, 2026

Nature ~ Arts ~ History


Yesterday held a visit to a new practitioner.  Neck and shoulder needles. We'll see.

On the way to my appointment, a mere two miles away, I saw another large swallowtail butterfly, another large green flying beetle, 2 dragonflies and 2 turkey vultures. I felt so lucky. 

I was looking for an easier, snake free (hopefully) walk in the heat yesterday. There have been two rattle snake bites in this valley within the past couple of weeks. That makes me want to stay on paved or at least, pretty open trails. We've also seen a lot of animal (probably coyote) scat when we have been out, so there is that too.

I'm loving watching how that fallen tree just grows where it fell. There must be some sort of lesson in that. It certainly rings of "don't give up!" It was still and hot at the bridge. Quiet, but the kind of quiet that feels more heavy than peaceful. Heat will do that. Even the animals were tucked away somewhere. However we did hear the call of the Hawk, but never saw it.


Today, sore...acupuncture or pt? Who knows. We decided to return to the Parks Project, looking for another easier, another snake free (hopefully) walk. There have been two rattle snake bites in this valley within the past couple of weeks. That makes me want to stay on paved or at least, pretty open trails. We've also seen a lot of animal (probably coyote) scat when we have been out, so there is that too.



This park has some very old and beautiful oak trees along with the regular park amenities.


This park also has some of the City Public Art - Poetry. I've seen a couple before, years ago. Looking into it today gave me the idea to see more of them, or some of the other Public Art projects, which include murals and sculptures. I'm glad to know this town feels it is important to add art into public spaces.

Santa Clarita sacred river,

Know the spirit of our name,

When winds and fires scorch,

Let us remember

the spring that wells within

~Amy Hough-Dugdale



Who says we don't have seasons?

When the sharp edges of summer

fade and Santa Anas spring forth

and heat-curled leaves fall gold

and cover the earth like snow.

~Jessica Rowe




Like some of the other parks, this one had some interactive musical instruments (bells and drums). Small golden butterflies flitted from flower to flower in the warm sun.


...From here: Natalie Eslick's Substack 






Around the bend, the dirt path carries us forward...towards views beyond the railroad tracks.






Shadows cast 

by leaves and birds

dance upon

a poet's words

~Kathryn Jennings Fogg



Consider: 

                    Your feet, pens.

Our city, poetry

                     alive.

~Amy Hough-Dugdale


This area holds a lot of history...



This are held the Mitchell family home and the adobe school too. It is now rebuilt over at the Heritage Junction. It was interesting to make these connections.






LINK


“We often forget that WE ARE NATURE. Nature is not something separate from us. So when we say that we have lost our connection to nature, we’ve lost our connection to ourselves.”

Andy Goldsworthy
Heading home, my sore shoulders couldn't stop my sense of humor...how does one use their shoulder to make a turn? Ugh, ugh! lol The following signs were no better, trust me!! haha

What strikes your funny bone?

 

May you be with your making

May you be with nature

May you be with learning 

xo

#goodenough

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2026


Tuesday, July 14, 2026

Vignettes ~ Life In Small Moments

 

6-27-2026 ~ The Big Wide Open, Walnut tree.

LINK 19:34 minutes








7-1-2026~ The Bridge, another feather, another hawk or two and sweet smelling sage!


Storage

by Mary Oliver

When I moved from

one house to another,

there were many things

I had no room for.

What does one do?

I rented a storage space

and filled it.

Years passed.

Occasionally,

I went there

and looked in,

but nothing happened,

not a single twinge

of the heart.

As I grew older

the things I cared about

grew fewer but were

more important,

so one day I undid the lock

and called the trash man.

He took everything.

I felt like the little donkey

when his burden is finally

lifted.

Things! Burn them, burn them!

Make a beautiful fire!

More room in your heart

for Love, for the trees.

For the birds who own

nothing;

the reason they

can fly.







July 2, 2026~ City park, Thursdays walk and drive...flowers, grasses, Century Plant blooming.








July 4, 2026~ The Trail By The Tracks...tree down across the trail, gorgeous clouds & lush hills, train coming! - and a funny little mushroom tree.


Go HERE to listen to "Seedlings" a recent post by Carri. She hits the nail on the head (for me anyway) every month. She shares meaningful poetry, a thoughtful image or two and excellent connected links. I have enjoyed her offerings so much and find them to be a welcome moment in my inbox.





July 2026 Days ~ A dream and an ongoing project.















July 5, 2026 ~ The Big Hill @ The Mother's Day Spot...wild flowers, views to embrace forever, rugged mountainside big trees, clouds that tell stories in the sky, a place to rest and like-minded neighbors spruce up their vintage cars, post 4th of July parade.





July 6, 2026~ Activities Center, the last paths we'd not taken yet. Lots for the young to do, but too hot to do it...they were all at the three pools!








July 7, 2026~ The Bridge...two crows finding food in the flowers of the tree, a skink and a sand lizard.









July Days 2026~ Post Office flowers, recent stitching, the crow that never stops 'clacking'! ...and playing with my drawings.









July 10, 2026~ Back to The Bridge...the sky was busy with layers of clouds and contrails, fallen tree grows, rocks of interest and one of the smallest lizards I've ever seen.







July 14, 2026 ~ Trip to The Valley...Orange House Finch, finding art in the doctor's office and flowers in the parking lot...more art on the street home.


A very long "catch-up" photos post, but I rather like the idea of seeing days strung together like smooth round pearls...or maybe like clothes on a clothes line, flapping in the warm breeze.


What do your days cumulatively look like  ?

 

May you live days like vignettes in a very good story

May you embrace each page before it turns

May you step back to see the whole picture

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2026