Month: April 2021

Wind Warning – Day 900

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Simply Exquisite – Photo: L. Weikel

Wind Warning

Get ready. It’s never a good sign when the National Weather Service issues a wind warning. Of course, with two days of temperatures that actually exceeded 80 degrees, the arrival of more temperate weather is inevitably going to arrive with some flash and bang – and probably some wild wind as well.

It feels like there’s going to be more happening ‘in the air’ than mere meteorological activity, although thunder, lightning, and wild wind will certainly make brilliant metaphors. I wonder if a surprise arrest may take place, or perhaps some other type of shake-up.

Astrologically, we might find ourselves experiencing extremely unexpected circumstances, perhaps even ‘earth-shaking.’ This is because the sun and Uranus (the “Great Disrupter”) will be conjunct (seemingly right on top of each other) and the two of them will be ‘square,’ or aspecting  at a 90 degree angle, Saturn.

Saturn is tradition, law, foundations – can’t imagine what a square or challenging aspect between Saturn, Uranus and the Sun might reveal. It should be interesting.

Pink on the left, white on the right – Photo: L. Weikel

Hopeful

I’m hoping the wild wind we’ll be experiencing tomorrow night won’t hurt my bleeding hearts.

Sure enough, just taking their photo and talking to them a couple of time has caused my white Lamprocapnos to perk up and suddenly start attempting to give the dark pink ones a run for their money.

I’ve taken a photo of the two plants, which are side-by-side in our garden. It’s clear that the white ones, on the right, are smaller. Something tells me that the newfound attention that’s being paid to the white plant will payoff in a burst of competitive growth. We shall see.

Lady in the Bath – Photo: L. Weikel

Lady in the Bath

In the meantime, I wanted to disclose to you what I believe is a fairly obscure fact about this flower: besides calling the Lamprocapnos ‘bleeding hearts,’ you could also call them ‘Lady in the Bath.’ And while I’ve tried to give examples, I may have to capture one of the blooms in flagrant delecto. Ha ha. I’ll try.

As I close this post, the wind is already starting to whip around outside my open front door.

Lady in the Bath 2 – Photo: L. Weikel

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Dial Tone – Day 899

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Cool Shot of the Moon Last Night (one night post full) – Photo: L. Weikel

Dial Tone

“Inspiration, don’t fail me now!” That’s what I’m sitting here thinking, and silently pleading, this evening. And yet? “The dial tone is strong in this one.” Yeah – that’s a mixed metaphor quote for all of you both old enough to remember dial tones and young enough (at heart, at least) to be a Star Wars fan.

I took a couple of photos today that could serve as fodder for a good post or two. But a couple of them just beg to be supported by at least a modicum of humorous or perhaps semi-clever prose, neither of which I have any hope of mining tonight.

The source of my dial tone tonight is sort of a sad commentary on the state of my post-pandemic physique. Apparently it doesn’t matter how many miles I walk every day, I’m nevertheless woefully out of shape.

Mowing the Lawn

Today was Karl’s and my official ‘First Mow of 2021.” Wow – I just did a search of my posts and discovered that I wrote about this ‘spring rite of passage’ two years ago to the day! And funnily enough, I sounded pretty tuckered out when I was writing two years, too.

I’m almost creeped out by the fact that I practically wrote the same post two years ago, lamenting how tired I was from the effort of mowing in spite of all our walking. So hmm. I guess maybe I can’t – or don’t need to – blame my exhaustion on Pandemic Physique. Perhaps it’s just the consequences of winter.

I’m going to take comfort in that. (I take it where I find it.)

Tohickon Reflections – Photo: L. Weikel

Brief Eagle Moment

On my way home from an obligation this afternoon, I stopped by the Tohickon to pay my respects. I brought the Spirit of the Tohickon a little treat that I shared with her. Crumbling a rice cake in my hand, I blew my intentions of love and gratitude for the wonder, serenity, and joy this body of water brings me so often. I talked to her a bit, wondering at how low her flow is already – and it’s only April.

I am feeling a little anxious over our water, to be honest.

As I was addressing the Spirit of the Tohickon and all the Beings that live within and around her, I was startled by the shadow that passed right over me and the whoosh whoosh of beating wings. Eagle graced me with its presence, stunning me with its beauty and size.

I only managed a single shot of it as it retreated downstream. Normally, I wouldn’t take a photo of a creature appearing when engaging in ceremony, but I wanted to share the magic with all of you.

Eagle Headed Downstream – Photo: L. Weikel

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Sentience – Day 898

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Bleeding Heart Bonanza – Photo: L. Weikel

Sentience

At least twice today I found myself contemplating the sentience of certain Beings that share my home with me. Well, one of them lives outside, just off the edge of my porch. The other – whose specific identity remains uncertain  – can be confidently narrowed down to a field of three who do, in fact, reside in our home with us.

Notice I’m not questioning their sentience. Ha – at this stage, I wouldn’t dare. I’m merely contemplating it. Perhaps even celebrating it. Most definitely acknowledging it.

Floral Proliferation

My first appreciation of the sentience surrounding me has to do with the continued astonishing proliferation of our faithful Lamprocapnos spectabilis – our bleeding hearts. (Sort of a little disquieting to speak of how these flowers are flourishing when you consider their common name. Do we really want to celebrate the proliferation of bleeding hearts?) Hmm. Bears some reflection.

Beyond the wisdom (or lack thereof) in speaking of bleeding hearts with such great affection, I want to point out that my Lamprocapnos spectabilis is utterly delighted by having such lavish attention paid to it. If I didn’t know better (which I don’t), I’d say my tiny bleeding heart that I first began writing posts about a month ago is loving all the attention. This plant is becoming ginormous. ‘Flourishing’ barely covers how well it’s doing and how abundantly it’s bestowing its beauty upon us.

And while I honestly feel as though it’s growing noticeably bigger this year than it ever has any other year, there’s yet another reason why I feel this particular bleeding heart plant is responding to the appreciation and attention I’m lavishing upon it. That other reason is the white bleeding heart plant that’s only four or so feet away from the red one. I’ve been paying but a fraction of the attention I’ve paid to the red bleeding hearts to the white ones. And quite honestly? That plant is not thriving, at least not even close to how well the red one is doing. It’s doing ok, but the difference between the two plants is stark.

I’ll take a photo tomorrow of the white plant for comparison sake tomorrow.

Not So Subtle Dig

The other example of sentience in our household today was something I observed in our bathroom, where we keep our cats’ litterbox.  In fact, when I saw it and the reality of what I was looking at sunk in, I had to check with Karl. I thought for sure he’d done it as a joke or something.

But no.

One of our three cats was either sarcastically sending a message that the box was not cleaned out satisfactorily or s/he was snidely being helpful. We’re pretty sure it was Tigger. Precious is too paranoid to take that much time aiming a poop. Cletus would rather fling his or leave it on our pillow (not that he’s ever done either of these things – I just have a feeling his sentience would more likely express itself in one of those ways). Tigger is the only one who would politely, if passive aggressively, express either displeasure or a sense of humor in that manner.

Either way – the careful placement of the beast’s solid waste directly onto the scooper was a marvel of both adept rear placement and not-so-subtle snarky sentience.

Yep. These are some of the weird things I occasionally contemplate.

You have to admire the aim involved… Photo: L. Weikel

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Full Moon Fox – Day 897

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Fox Kit – Photo: L. Weikel

Full Moon Fox

Oh! I am so excited to share with you the amazing gift I received today. Just take a look at this adorable full moon Fox kit that I encountered on our walk this evening.

Spartacus and I elected to do the longer walkabout today, while Karl agreed to meet us halfway. I can tell you, he was one bummed out guy when I showed him the photos I’m including in this post. This is the second time Spartacus and I have stumbled upon a baby fox on one of our walks – and Karl missed both times.

I also managed to video the kit, or pup, when it trotted out of the drainage ditch and looked directly at me without an ounce of fear. It even turned and faced me head on, with obvious curiosity, when I called to it in my ‘babies and small animals’ voice. Maybe I’ll try to recall how to post the clip to my YouTube account. (I hate how I post to YouTube so seldom that it’s like reinventing the wheel every time I want to do it.)

Photo: L. Weikel

Perfect Timing

As you can imagine, I was especially lucky to encounter the kit when and where I did. As Spart and I crested the biggest hill on our walkabout, a stone barn is situated close to the edge of the single lane road we’re on at that point. It just so happened that I could see the kit emerging from the grassy culvert – but Spartacus couldn’t! He was too close to the ground and a low stone wall shielded his view.

Spartacus is such a good boy (and admittedly a little slower on the uptake than he used to be) that I was able to put the leash on the ground and stand on it, freeing up my hands to take the photos and video. He was happily oblivious for the most part, although he did act slightly suspicious when I used my sing-song voice to call to the baby fox.

Handsome Profile – Photo: L. Weikel

Two In Two Days

Perhaps Fox is trying to get my attention. Just the night before, we were walking beside a field about two miles away from this sighting (as the crow flies), when I saw what appeared to be a deer laying down in the field. I commented to Karl how weird it was that we would see deer laying in the middle of a field two days in a row – when suddenly we saw the ‘deer’ start to lope across the field. Nope! It was a fox; a full grown one at that.

I was frustrated at that sighting because the fox was so far away, it was but an auburn smudge in the photo I took. And I would never have guessed I’d be so fortunate as to ‘run into’ this little one only a day later.

Perspective – Photo: L. Weikel

A Message?

Of course, I’m very familiar with the “camouflage” message of Fox described in Medicine Cards* by Jamie Sams and David Carson. But tonight I feel especially drawn to the words of Ted Andrews in his book Animal-Speak. He describes the “Keynote” of Fox as “Feminine magic of camouflage, shapeshifting and invisibility” and its “Cycle of Power” as “Nocturnal, Dawn, and Dusk.” And while he provides seven pages of information on the various attributes Fox has that might bear reflection and integration into a person’s life who has Fox medicine or to whom Fox appears, this seemed relevant just now:

“The fox has a long history of magic and cunning associated with it. Because it is a creature of the night, it is often imbued with supernatural power It is often most visible at the times of dawn and dusk the “Between Times” when the magical world and the world in which we live intersect. It lives at the edges of forests and open land – the border areas. Because it is an animal of the “Between Times and Places,” it can be a guide to enter the Faerie Realm. Its appearance at such times can often signal that the Faerie Realm is about to open for the individual.”

Hmmm. Cool message to receive on the night of this full moon. Thank you, Full Moon Fox!

Full “Super Moon” in Scorpio – Photo: L.Weikel

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Tomorrow’s Full Moon – Day 896

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Colors of Tonight’s Sunset – Photo: L. Weikel

Tomorrow’s Full Moon

Maybe it’s just me, but it feels like it’s been an especially long two weeks. I’m talking about the two weeks it’s been since the new moon in Aries when we planted all the seeds we wanted to manifest in the weeks and months to come. With tomorrow’s full moon, we’re going to want to check on our sprouts to see how they’re coming along – and make a concerted effort not to yank them out of the ground if they’re not growing as quickly as we’d hoped.

As I do every now and again, here’s a link to Chani’s assessment of the main attitudes we’ll be feeling and confronting with this full moon in Scorpio. Make sure you read both your sun sign and your ‘rising’ sign (known as your ascendant). Pay attention to which one seems to more accurately describe you and your feelings or approach to life. It just may be that your ascendant holds a more accurate key to understanding yourself and your position in life than any reading of your sun sign will ever yield.

Ascendant and Moon

Just in case you’ve forgotten what sign your ascendant is or where to go to find out, I want to remind you that it’s important to know your time of birth. Once you know that, it’s pretty easy: just go to astro.com and create a free account. (You can always look up everything as a guest – but if you create an account, you can save all the different charts you create when inserting birth information about yourself, your family, and people you’re interested in understanding better.) Once you start piecing things together for yourself, trust me: you’ll become ‘curiouser and curiouser’ about all the other people in your life.

Once you’re into the website, click on “Free Horoscopes.” On the far right side, you’ll see a link under “Drawing and Calculations.” The top link is “Natal Chart, Ascendant.” Plug in your birth information there and you’ll be well on your way to understanding yourself better. Plus, you’ll know precisely what two signs to read first whenever you run across a website or article like Chani’s.

Another important placement for you to discover in your natal chart (the position of the luminaries – sun and moon – and the planets at the time of your birth) is the sign the moon was in when you were born. This information, too, will be found on the chart you create on astro.com.

A Rehash

I realize much of this information is a rehash of stuff I’ve written about in other posts. But this basic information is important for all of us to know about ourselves. It’s extremely helpful to know your ‘rising sign’ (ascendant) and moon sign as well as your sun sign (which almost everyone seems to know). Tracking this information and the accuracy of its application in your own life only serves to help you know your own self better.

Intention

It wasn’t my conscious intention to focus upon the fundamentals of astrology tonight. But here we are.

I’m guessing at least some of you will benefit from this refresher and a little nudge to remember who you are, what the cosmos looked like at the moment of your birth, and what that means for you today.

It’s as if the cosmos are reaching out to put their arms around you in a big, loving hug.

Cloud Being Swooping In With Arms Extended – Photo: L. Weikel

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Tree Beings – Day 895

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Tree Gnome – Photo: L. Weikel

Tree Beings

It’s been a long time since we took a walk like the one we took this evening. It wasn’t so much the walk itself but rather the Tree Beings that appeared along the way that made it an especially magical time.

All the way along, but most noticeably just as the sun was setting (of course, because that is a most numinous time of day), the personalities of some of the trees became particularly expressive. Mind you, these are trees we walk by all the time, but rarely take particular note of their essences. One after the other tonight, though, their personalities, expressions, and temperaments became glaringly obvious.

Perhaps it was all a function of my own mindset. While that’s certainly a possibility, I tend to doubt it. And the reason I doubt it is because I was nursing a most skeptical mindset this afternoon and early evening. I have to say: I was not in the ‘mood’ to be seeing a bunch of different tree personalities making their presence known to me.

If nothing else, my cranky self wondered aloud, “Why are all of you appearing tonight? What’s the point? Is there a message?”

Tree Diva – Kiss Me, You Fool! – Photo: L. Weikel

Being Of Service

Actually, I just got a remarkably clear message as I wrote the above paragraph. This did not occur to me even once as we walked, nor did I consider it as I began this post.

They were doing me a solid. These Tree Beings, Ents (if you will), were coming out of their usual camouflaged stances and willingly making themselves patently obvious with the specific intention of giving me something to photograph and write about.

It never occurred to me until just this moment that when we set off to take our walk tonight the sky had clouded over and a pall of yellowish-brown haze had settled over the area. It was a dismal walk indeed. Not even the hint of a remotely attractive sunset was up for discussion.

So I’m going to show my appreciation for their fine service and post their photos.

There were so many more than just these three. But for now, they will be the stars of my evening show.

Dour Professor Tree – Photo: L. Weikel

For the Record

For the record, I want it known far and wide that I am thrilled these Beings revealed themselves to me tonight. And I want to thank them for their service in entertaining all of us.

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An Observation – Day 894

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Today’s Moon – Photo: L. Weikel

Another Observation

As I sit here contemplating what I’m going to write this evening and how I’d like to spend my weekend, I’m struck by another observation. Even after an entire year of pandemic isolation, I still hear a voice in my head telling me that I do not have the luxury of spending a couple of days doing my version of ‘nothing.’

Now that I acknowledge that’s what I’m hearing in my head, I realize how weird and oddly repressive it is. Seriously. What’s with that? Why do I tell myself these things and perhaps more importantly, why do I succumb to the – what is it? – guilt?

Yes, I read some of the articles published early on in the pandemic entreating us to imagine what we could accomplish in our isolation. I pretty much knew they were bullshit from the start; but yeah, I also secretly told myself that I would indeed be able to accomplish a few of my treasured aspirations. I’d have no excuses.

I admit it: I held myself to a higher standard than I apply to others. I’m an introvert, I’d tell myself. These should be my power circumstances.

Not How It Plays Out

But that doesn’t seem to be the way life plays out. Our outer circumstances may change – even drastically – but if we don’t make a point of examining our inner landscape, it’s almost a given that we’ll end up getting nowhere. That’s because the obstacles and land mines we set for ourselves between where we are and where we tell ourselves we want to go are the most insidious. And if you really pay attention to that last sentence, you’ll see one of the biggest traps revealed.

“…where we tell ourselves we want to go.” Yeah. When was the last time I took the time to truly assess where I am in my life and then ask myself where I want to go and what else I want to accomplish?

How often do I tell myself I ‘have’ to do x, y, or z, when I would almost certainly be better served by plunking myself down and completing that course I signed up for three months ago? I was having so much fun with it! I was learning totally new skills and feeling a modicum of victoriousness (is that even a word?), when I suddenly put it at the bottom of my ‘to do’ list.

I’m Not Alone

Following on the heels of those early pandemic articles exhorting how much we might accomplish in our isolation if we just exercised some personal responsibility, I’ve recently noticed some articles that put a name to some of the disappointment and reticence over diving into new endeavors or returning to old ones: languishing.

I can’t say that I’m experiencing this with full-on intensity. But some of what I read in these articles rings familiar. And an even more interesting phenomenon that maybe feels a little more close to the bone than I’d like to admit is ‘revenge bedtime procrastination.’

Umm. Glancing at my watch…yeah.

Waxing Moon in Virgo – Photo: L. Weikel

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Fluff My Nest – Day 893

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Eagle’s Nest – Photo: L. Weikel

Fluff My Nest

I just did something I haven’t done in quite a while. I deleted my post. Well, it wasn’t technically a post yet, since I didn’t publish it. But it was pretty close. And now it’s gone. I think it’s a bit eerie, to be honest: I’m becoming ruthlessly adept at clearing stuff out if it doesn’t suit me – if it doesn’t fluff my nest.

And that’s how I’ve felt about my home, lately, too. My nest has desperately needed a good fluffing, and while I am getting close, I haven’t yet manifested the space to give it my all.

As I’ve occasionally mentioned, I’ve been on a kick for the past three or four weeks, clearing out, letting go, donating. It’s the strangest thing. As hard as it is for me to go through stuff, I inevitably want to throw out more when I quit for the day.

An Actual Nest

When I was driving down River Road today, I was reminded of how compelled I’ve felt lately to clean the clutter from our home and truly streamline our environment. The massive eagle’s nest that’s nestled high in a gigantic sycamore tree across the Delaware, is a sight to behold.

I couldn’t quite tell if I was seeing a head peeking out over the edge of the nest when I went by this afternoon. But it made me think of my nest.

Karl and I entirely emptied out one of the rooms in our home over the past few days. Top to bottom, that part of our nest is empty. And it feels sooooo great.

I’m ready to see what’s going to happen as we totally revamp our intentions for this room. Will it bring the changes we seek? Will it inspire me to do the same in other rooms of our nest?

Only time will tell, I guess. But today was a very good day, from my nest to Eagle’s nest. The view is feeling fine.

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Thunderstorms – Day 892

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Thunderstorms Approach – Photo: L. Weikel

Thunderstorms

What a powerful line of thunderstorms came through our area early this afternoon. To be honest, I thought I was ahead of the game. I persuaded Karl to take our usual walk earlier today, knowing that we were supposed to get some wild weather and that storms would be ushering in some substantially chillier temperatures. I don’t know about you, but once the warmer weather sets in, I’m no longer as hardy a wanderer. If I can walk without freezing my behind off, I’m all for it.

It’s for this reason Karl and I jauntily ventured out on a walkabout just after noon. I thought we had a window of about 90 minutes or so to get our longer walk in before the cold front hit.

I was mistaken.

We were just past the Hounds of the Baskervilles when my phone issued its satellite-sound that tells me a weather alert has been sent. A line of thunderstorms was approaching our area, it said, and the front was traveling at a speed of 40 m.p.h. Scanning the horizon to our west, I could see perhaps some slightly grayer clouds, but nothing remarkable. I checked the ‘fine print’ of the warning: all of the towns mentioned as being in the storm’s path were substantially west and north of us.

“Let’s keep going,” I said. “I think we’ll be ok.”

I swear, as soon as those words came out of my mouth, the wind shifted. Not only was it palpable, it was audible as well. The trees alongside the road started whispering. There was a swirling sensation above us, a stirring-things-up sort of vibe.

Just as we got home – Photo: L. Weikel

 

 

About Face

Standing in the middle of the road, we were conflicted. We knew we didn’t want to risk getting drenched. And even more, we didn’t want to get caught in lightning.

“Ya think a two is do-able?” Karl asked. We again peered at the western horizon. It still didn’t look particularly threatening, and I pointed out that the warning didn’t include any towns near us.

“Better to be safe than sorry,” I sighed. “Let’s do a two now; and if the storms pass soon enough, maybe we can get another walk in later.”

And so we did an about face and walked back up the road about half a mile to our other route. Spartacus particularly enjoyed our decision to retrace our steps because it gave him a second chance in one day to exchange smack talk with The Hounds.

But in the short time it took us to walk the half mile back and then a half mile along the other road, dark, almost bluish-gray clouds were billowing toward us. Our decision to turn back was definitely affirmed, and it was only a few minutes later that we wondered whether we’d even make it around the shorter route. The photo above is what we saw on the horizon. This storm was barreling toward us. The brunt of it might be threatening north and west of us, but yikes – it sure looked like we were going to get smacked by the edge of it.

Profiles from the porch – Photo: L. Weikel

 

Discretion

As my mother used to say, “discretion being the better part of valor,” we decided that this rapidly moving front was nothing to mess with. We turned around yet again. By the time we got back to the house, thunder was rumbling in the distance and the wind was starting to descend from the tops of the tallest trees and starting to rustle the middle range.

Being the storm junkie that I am, I sat on the porch and watched it come in. The wind chimes were losing their minds. Looking northwest from our porch, the clouds appeared to form profiles as they rode their breath across the sky, not unlike classic images of the North Wind, only these two didn’t puff their cheeks.

Worse, though, were the petals. Oooh, so many petals, mostly from the cherry trees, filled the air like a blizzard. But then, in the midst of all the petals, pellets of hail started clattering on the bird feeders and grill top, and bouncing all over the road. It was wild.

Lucky for us, we listened to the wind and heeded the threat of those slate gray and black clouds that appeared so quickly on our horizon. Within moments, the temperature plummeted and the day felt totally different.

The old – and maybe even some of the new – was swept up and away.

Petals & Hail – Photo: L. Weikel

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Sun Salutations – Day 891

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Exuberant Tulip – Photo: L. Weikel

Sun Salutations

As mentioned yesterday, in yet another example of reaping rewards for simply paying attention to the details of life that surround me, beyond catching sight of the flourishing bleeding hearts, I also noticed my tulips performing sun salutations.

The flat-out, open-hearted nature of this tulip bowled me over when I saw it. I took the photo above at 12:34 p.m., when the sun was directly overhead. This particular specimen could not have been more unabashed in its eagerness to soak up every last drop of solar nectar. Moments after I took the photo, I’ll admit, I sat on the porch and just stared at it. I drank in the exquisite harmony and balance of the petals; the way the patterns repeat themselves over and over again. Almost mesmerizingly, I see a plethora of sixes. The brilliant yellow stamens are half a six, but the rest of the flower is a blatant celebration of sixes. Numerologically, sixes can represent exuberance.

I dare you to look at that tulip and not feel joy stirring in your heart. Joy simply at being able to witness such a precisely-wrought piece of art created from a bulb that wintered underground throughout this long, cold, snowy winter.

Long Gone

When I spied this exaltation to spring, and saw its petals stretched out far and wide, I honestly thought I was witnessing its greatest expression of its tulip-hood. The feeling I got (and still get) when I immerse myself in the beauty of the patterns contained within the face of this flower is that it spent it all. This flower didn’t hold back one iota of energy when it flung its six petals out in an ecstatic embrace of the sun.

I didn’t think it could recover itself in time to live, and rejoice in, another day. I thought she’d be long gone within a day.

Imagine my surprise, then, when I set off to take my walk last night and glanced in the direction of my exuberant tulip, only to find this:

Child’s Pose Following Sun Salutations – Photo: L. Weikel

Boundaries

Wow! She was closed up tighter than a drum! What a worthwhile example of both being in the moment and setting boundaries.

It’s weird, I know. Don’t I know tulips aren’t the type of flower that just bloom one day and then have their petals fall off the next? Of course I know that. But I’ve certainly not been as aware of the cellular sentience of these beings as I was in that moment. For whatever reason, it hit home. These tulips embrace their sustenance with zeal and close up shop at the end of the day to preserve all they’ve gathered.

There’s no debate; no waffling. Life is lived with gusto and boundaries are set to protect itself and the life force coursing through it.

And my day was made all the richer for it because I paid attention.

Finally

I ran across a tree tonight as I took a walk following the announcement of the verdict in the trial of Derek Chauvin for the murder of George Floyd last year. I’ve walked past this tree a bazillion times before. But I’ve never seen it look quite so much like a Black goddess with arms upraised in victory and celebration as it did tonight.

Victory – Accountability – A Step Toward Justice – Photo: L. Weikel

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