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that's just the wild wood: December 2014
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That's just the wild wood. Sunday, December 21, 2014. Merry Christmas Every One! 8220;I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all. The year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut. Out the lessons that they teach! From The Christmas Carol. Links to this post. Thursday, December 18, 2014. He clasps the crag with crooked hands;. Close to the sun in lonely lands,. Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. Blue Jay ...
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That's just the wild wood. Monday, July 20, 2015. But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky;. And the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow;. They have been making hay somewhere under the slopes. Of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the. My brother in law Ralph cuts the hay. Far to the north, or indeed in any direction. Strange mountains and creatures have always lurked-. Elves, goblins,trolls, and spiders:-we. Encounter them in dread and wonder,. It is the f...
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that's just the wild wood: May 2015
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That's just the wild wood. Wednesday, May 13, 2015. The proper height of the sky. We were grown again.". Dorothy Livesay, Selected Poems [1926-1956]. Helen began taking one of the dogs on a longer walk once she retied. Now that I am also home we can all go out at once taking long daytime. Walks thru the neighborhood enjoying the small parks and the lovely. Mid-60's houses. Monday was a day of bugs and blossoms. Tuesday was a horse of a different colour. When I let the dogs. To bring forth the light.
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That's just the wild wood. Monday, July 13, 2015. As we were walking on our lonely road. There came, like lightning ripping through the air,. A voice, shot out at us from up ahead:. I shall be slain by all who find me! It rolled past us like thunder dying down. After a sudden bursting of a cloud.". Purgatory, Dante Canto XIV lines 130 - 135. Words attributed to Cain. I took this photo of the coyote in our hayfield a few weeks ago. Coyotes. Hurray a thunderstorm just started, hopefully it will rain a.
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that's just the wild wood: August 2015
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That's just the wild wood. Wednesday, August 19, 2015. Mine are the night and morning,. The pits of air, the gulf of space,. The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,. The innumerable days.". From Song of Nature. On today's canoe trip eagle or osprey we are not sure? It was big. Very Big. Roc? Our paddles keen and bright,. Flashing like silver;. Swift as the wild goose flight,. Dip, dip, and swing. Dip, dip, and swing them back,. Flashing like silver;. Swift as the wild goose flight,. Dip, dip and swing.".
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that's just the wild wood: January 2015
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That's just the wild wood. Saturday, January 24, 2015. As we walk our own ground, on foot or in mind, we need. To recite stories about hills and trees and animals,. Stories that root us in. This place and keep it alive. The sounds we. Make, the patterns we draw,. The plots we trace may be as native. To the land as deer trails or bird songs. The more fully we. Belong to our place, the more likely that our place will. Survive without damage. We cannot create myth from. Where we are, how others. And I belie...
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that's just the wild wood: February 2015
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That's just the wild wood. Friday, February 20, 2015. Which of the horses. We passed yesterday whinnied. All night in my dreams? I want that one.". From Stories from Kansas. More photos from our trip in Oct. these are our friends horses. All the quotes are from William Stafford's. Stories That Could Be True New and Collected Poems. While the earth breaks the soft horizon. Eastward, we study how to deserve. What has already been given us.". From Love in the County. The wild keeps telling us something.
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that's just the wild wood: September 2014
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That's just the wild wood. Tuesday, September 30, 2014. Not half a mile from the nearest road,. A spot so hard to reach that no one comes–. A hiding place, a shrine for dragonflies. And nesting jays, a sign that there is still. One piece of property that won't be owned.". I have been out of touch for some time. a lost internet connection. Some work travel etc. I had hoped to share some photos of our big. Sept snowstorm but they seem to be misplaced somewhere on the. Use past some old. The bus's hot hood.
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that's just the wild wood: March 2015
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That's just the wild wood. Sunday, March 29, 2015. When you wake to the dream of now. From night and its other dream,. You carry day out of the dark. Like a flame.". From The Dream of Now. Still no current photos so I found some from a. Sept walk to the pond in the Research Park. Leaves on water, a theme I have loved since I. Received Eliot Porter's book In Wildness is the. Preservation of the World. There have been evenings when the light. Has turning everything silver, and like you. From Waiting in Line.
