Why look down when you can look up? Why do we spend so much time looking inward at our digital screens and not looking up and outward at the world around us? How many hours a day are our eyes, hands, and brain fatigued and transfixed by technology? Continue Reading
Sitting on the shore, the river rushes by my feet. The ancient rock where I am perched, once carved and tumbled by these waters, gives me a point of view and a place to wonder. I feel safe and happy here, yet yearning to move and go with the flow of the water cascading over the rocky river bed. The rushing currents create sculptural swirls and contours that catch the brightest light and the darkest depths of the little river on its way to the big ocean. My artist’s eye and instinct are transfixed. Continue Reading
A lion of winter roars no more in the Northeast as March welcomes spring. The angle of the vernal sun is at its equinox, an annular balance of day and night. With chilly temperatures and more than a few snowy Nor’easters this month, it’s hard to be feeling springy. Yet, where the sun reaches the bare Earth, she warms, rousing her fertile mud to sprout a miracle.
When wellness walking at this time of year, I look for the first spring flowers along an oak-lined path near the old town cemetery. Through layers of composting leaves and lingering patches of snow, an early blossom emerges. These tiny flowers are scilla siberica. They defy the coldest spring temperatures and still bloom in brilliant large patches, thriving in the rich organic peat. As the season of hardship ends their hardiness is a reminder that the perennials will spring forth with color and beauty. Beyond the winter blues, this little blue jewel appears as a symbol of resiliency, a gift for having survived the dormant months. Continue Reading