Friday, March 18, 2016
It is through diversity that our species survives. Mixing our genes pool does nothing but strengthen us. This is simple genetics. With so many odd and beautiful creatures that we share the planet with, we live in abundance of differences. A celebration is in order.
Things you may not know about elephant seals:
They can dive over a mile down.
They fast for the entire time they are on land, ranging from a month to 4 months.
They breathe voluntarily and can slow their metabolic function down to conserve calories and enter a semi coma to rest and sleep.
They travel over 25,00 miles a year doing two migrations annually, females out to the north Pacific and males up to the end of the Aleutian islands.
Pups, born on sand, are left alone by parents to learn to swim, dive, and figure out how to hunt and migrate.
Adult males beginning growing their “trunk” at 6 years and although it doesn’t function like an elephant trunk, it gives the male status and others show the older males respect based on it’s size.
What is different can only teach us. If we learn this lesson our species might just survive here on the blue planet.
Happy March to you….. Get out there in the natural world and enjoy all those things that are NOT like us!
Blessings, Misty 3/18/16
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Thursday, February 11, 2016
It is hard to wait. No matter if it is waiting for marmalade to set or someone to come out of surgery. We have such hard time just being where we are.
I heard the phrase recently “waiting for the peace”. I cannot remember where I heard it, but the sense of it, the feel of it struck me and rippled into me. It was something like hearing a distant church bell in the countryside, a fog horn in the bay, certainly one of those sounds that you hear long after it has stopped changing the air waves around you.
But a sound that stays with you, making its own movements inside of us.
Our mind wants to immediately ask “For what?”, but the heart wants to lean into that place of quiet rest. I wrote the following poem out of this meditation.
Waiting for the peace
the rain and the cloud,
cloud and rainbow.
That place that we are allowed to wait
Without the question.
nothing needs to be answered when we lean into the doorframe and watch the rain.
We are at once sound,
Moist opening of spirit,
Patterns of veiled
Below the waterline,
Below the blurring of thought, we are flushed with knowing.
And only then,
In life’s dry days,
We cannot remember
Our own ability to wait.
To wait for the peace.
If we could keep our minds by the open door,
Leaning into the heavier air
as it Slides down the windowpane,
we would have no war,
but only the gratitude
that the world has forgiven us everything.
Blessings. Misty February 11, 2016