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Poetry Month – This is my Mother’s world

If you follow the link below you will find out how this hymn changed everything for her at the age of 9. If her parents had known what was going to happen there, they never would have sent her to church camp.
https://elfkat.wordpress.com/2011/12/…/the-tree-and-the-girl-a-true-story..

This is my Mother’s world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Mother’s world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
Her hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Mother’s world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Mother’s world: She shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Her pass;
She speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Mother’s world, should my heart be ever sad?
In a bush abloom to my wondering gaze She makes Her glory known.
This Mother’s world and earth and heaven are one.
The Lady sings and my heart rings –
I see her in Moon, and Earth and Sun.

This is my Mother’s world. I walk a desert lone.
She blesses me and keeps step with me, I learn what she has taught
This is my Mother’s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate’er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.

A spring morning prayer

Lady, I see the beauties of this spring day

And ask that these blessings surround me this dat

The shining glow of our white roses

The dawn song of the phoebe

the whirr of the mourning dove’s wings

The pink of the rose echoing the colours of dawn

The furious chatter of the bushtits in the trees

The flick of the kitty’s tail as she flees

The early green shine of the new plants in the fields

The sleepy peep of baby birds

The chilly caress of the morning breeze

May they be with me through this day

And may they be there in the twilight hours

And in the dark of night.

Kat Robb 2016

 

A day in the refuge

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The C word. It’s a scary word. I’m facing yet another abdominal surgery. I’m about ready to tell them just put in a zipper. I should be hollow and as my sister says ring like the Tin Man. No appendix, No female organs except ovaries, no gall bladder. So I guess the trouble makers who got left behind decided they needed to cause a problem. A 13 cm problem.

So this yesterday I went for a walk with two friends to one of my favourite places, the Sepulveda Wildlife Refuge in the Sepulveda Basin. If this really is an El Nino year then it may be the last chance we get until spring. It’s where the overflow goes when the water backs up behind the Sepulveda Dam.

It was beautiful and my loves, the white pelicans were there. They only come for a month every year. They are so beautiful and they are huge. Over 3 feet tall if they are standing on land.

I was surprised there were no Great Blue Herons out, there were egrets and a number of Night Herons but no Great Blues. I was glad to see the Osprey, usually there is a mated pair but I didn’t see the mate but he had a fish he was enjoying right under a vulture who was drying his wings up in a tree. There were several out, some were out soaring and looking majestic.

We saw BunniHoTep hightailing it into the brush, otherwise known here as an Audubon Cottontail or when I was in class at CSUN an Audubunny.

It was chilly but beautifully sunny and clear. The colours looked sharp because the air was so clear. Tons of cormorants and some mallards and one white duck that had somehow wandered in. Lots of turtles and fish putting their heads up.

It was a great day for a walk with Elizabeth and Tagh. The best kind of healing of all.

 

My camera and it’s comfort

This weekend I found myself dealing with my grief by taking pictures. Every time the stress level got too high in the house and I couldn’t do anything about it, I used my camera.

A camera can give you distance to look at any number of things. The piece of land that Heron House sits in is so beautiful and the same tree can look so many different ways depending on light and seasons.

There was a person in the house that quite actively hated me even though I had never even met her before so I avoided her by going outside to be peaceful and ground. I try not to fight with unarmed people and she was definitely unarmed for a fight even though she kept picking them with everyone. The only theory I have about this person is that she is very jealous of what she can never have. I don’t do jealousy, somehow that was left out of my makeup, anger, yes, jealousy, no. I just don’t understand the need for it and when it comes in to play, I tend to vacate the field. There is no point when someone perceives you have something they want and can’t see a way to obtain. Lost a few lovers that way but what’s the point? To be eaten alive with blackness or live a life of love away from it? I choose number two. On the other hand, threaten my family by trying to take something that was never yours to begin with? You get both barrels of the shotgun if you do that.

Anyway, as you can see from the photos I posted, I went out in all weathers. The druid in me finds peace in trees and in the weather, in changing skies and geese migrating overhead, in following a bull frog’s croak in the underbrush.

There is a tree covered in moss that I love to see. The light gets got in the moss and becomes magical like it’s caught in the dryad’s hair. Paths wind up hills and dales, paved and unpaved. Steps to Tir na Nog that disappear into the mist. A camellia confused about when it should bloom erupting in pink showers next to a fiery Japanese maple. Pine trees that lean in with protective stance and a red tailed hawk screeing from a tree. Snow berries with shy smiles that glow in a dark bush and light spangled branches after rain showers. The last calendula in the garden bravely glowing in the dark forest. A maple that is beautiful with and without its finery.

I’ve now visited in every season. Still haven’t been there in the snow. Maybe someday.