spruce pitch

Today the wind came up a bit and made it not so pleasant to sit on the steps, so i actually got out quite a bit.
First I walked by the way of moose skull lake to barb's fen.
And now i need a word, it might be kettle, the geological meaning of the word kettle, depression.
But i will describe it all for you. At the east end of the lake i follow the tiny little creek, only a moose has gone before me this winter. The creek comes out in a swamp that i call barb's fen. It is a flat area with lots of bleached dead tree skeletons. This flat area the size of two football fields changes on the east into this landscape of 6 foot high hummocks. That's where the word kettle comes in. I find a knoll of dry grass to lay my head on and lay down. I imagine it to be a 'duinpannetje' (a hollow in the dunes) i lay sheltered in the shine of a watery sun, and around me the wind is roaring, like the crashing of waves in the distant, i can almost smell the salt and while i close my eyes for a while i feel your gaze upon me :) i get overcome by love, love for everything...
On the way back i look at all the details in the surroundings. The banks of the creek have little caves in them, full of treasures. And there is always the ice crystals. I walk all across the lake, with the wind. In the forest i take pictures of the sap on the spruce trees



And just now when i walk by the mirror, i am pleasantly surprised by my own reflection, maybe i did reinvent myself...

reinventing

I just want to say here, i did post another painting here .
In Nature all is always beautiful in my eyes. Now painting away lately, it is hard to see that perfection in my own work. This woman, presumable me, she turned out way to yellow. The color of the third chakra, where as her third chakra, solar plexus, is all blue and green. I did not plan this, that's how it came out. I do not know what this means, i am just observing.

Gray Jays

Don says yesterday he saw a group of Gray jays chasing each other. Today they are building nests.
At least that is what i assume, as you see (when you can, because the photo didn't turn out very good, for that matter) a gray Jay is carrying fireweed fluff and flying of with it accompanied by a partner.

I read here in the big book, Birds of the Yukon Territory, that Gray Jays are among the earliest to nest in spring. Nest building has been reported from 25 February to April 28.
There you go they are right on schedule. I have to say they picked a very beautiful spring like day, above zero Celsius all day.
Spring! we have had such nice weather all February, but i am a little scared to call it spring, because even in March we can easily have 20 below temperatures.

I am reading on here, Gray Jays have been sighted sitting on the nest as early as March 24, i am going to keep an eye on them.

Okay now i am reading up on all my birds that visit my yard (by the way i did stop feeding them, there is the compost pile, berry bushes and many flower seedheads, i did not know why i should feed them commercial food.)

Anyway the Ravens will be next to build their nests, starting according to observation written in the book, on March 14 and they could also sit on the nest March 24.

As i am not out and about as often i used to, the least i can do is keep track of what is happening close by.

And for that matter, the chickadees a few days back where still chattering in a group, when they start nesting, they will spread out; "as spring advances these flocks disperse" it doesn't say when, so maybe i can make a contribution here and observe them closely. It does say here, nest building doesn't start till May.

That is still far away. Really we could still get a lot of ....... before it is truly spring :)

flash fiction 55

3 cats sitting on the steps
tabby is the naughty one
cleans her paw if nothings up
calico she is the queen
she knows it all
the black and white she fights
her ear half missing
they stand on guard for me
while i am kissing
with my secret lover
royally, powerfully, very very naughty

okay i wrote above here this -flash fiction 55-, which i know nothing about, than that i have to link it toG-daddys

not quite whole

Hmmm contemplative post.

Maybe i am not quite whole?

To feel whole. What does that actually feel like?

Of course i am totally whole all the time, containing all that i am, today content.

Like the moon, just looking from our planet the moon appears to go through phases.

To be whole i might imagine that all is perfect, but what is perfect, when i am here i can't be there, when i am sick i can't be healthy, when i am sad i can't be happy, when i kiss you i cannot not:)

Do you know? did you ever try? when you curl up your lips as in a smile, you cannot think bad thoughts. I just liked to add that here, i got it from Aria, she's still sleeping i assume soon her days begins while mine is coming to an end.

Anyway i am getting better and better realizing to be whole; it's okay to cry or be afraid, or feel uneasy or whatever your perk might be. And when i am laughing it's okay to know that not all is well, maybe it's all part of being whole.

maybe what i say makes no sense or you think i am reinventing the wheel. (Margriet threw that in today, 'to reinvent the wheel!', as a good thing and i am doing a painting now that i will call that, because when she came i was working on a round piece of wood)

Anyway when you let me talk i often wander off

It's all part of who i am, totally, contained, content and always whole. Whole like all of us, it's what we are.

sauntering

as the snow is very slowly meltingi ended up

upon the hill

and i will

sit quietly

upon a rock

where an animal

had been resting

and slowly sauntered off

to the valley of delight

filled with chickadees

looking straight up

i first hear

and now see those always cheerful chickadees

chattering balls of fluff

frozen bubbles

hmmmm i am sooo tired, i worked today, regular work and for my art show :) I am laughing all the way. It's like blogging, you can have so much fun in life, exposing yourself a bit. well you all know that:)
Anyway after work i drove all the way out to Haines Junction, to see Bonnie. She made those beautiful photos at the creek.
There's many more, i am too tired to choose, so here are 4






living in a bubble
when you let them freeze
you can stay elated
for at least a week