Weekly Photo Challenge: Community

December 13, 2013 by scillagrace

Community – is that a portmanteau of ‘common’ and ‘unity’? What is the unifying thing that all life has in common? Is it the everything particle? Is it a Divine Source? Would you just call it Life? Our community home is a beautiful, spinning sphere wrapped in a blanket of atmosphere. Sounds cozy! We dance atop this sphere with all kinds of creatures. A community dance, an every day Festival, a holiday (holy day)…on ice! Here’s where my stream of consciousness lands:

Whether you’ve got skis or boots or hoofs or paws or fins or feathers or roots, we are gliding together on a slippery path. Let’s hold each other up and work together in common unity!

Advent Day #5 – Snow

December 5, 2013 by scillagrace

Reblogging from 2 years ago with the rubric of a list of calendar gifts in lieu of Advent brings me to the topic of Snow. Do you get snow in your part of the world? I lived in California for 15 years without it. I’ve lived in the Midwest for more than 30. This year, Steve will be delivering mail throughout the winter. He’s going to get out there 6 days a week in Milwaukee weather, whatever it may turn out to be. This is real life! I like that he’s not afraid to meet it face to face.

Walking in a Winter Wonderland

December 27, 2011 by scillagrace

Believe it or not, we had a green Christmas here in Milwaukee, and we STILL haven’t gotten snow. I appreciated not worrying about my kids driving on the roads to visit me, and I’ve enjoyed going hiking in the warmer temperatures. But I also enjoy snow hiking, even though I don’t own snowshoes. The transformation of familiar objects and landscapes in winter is always interesting. Without foliage, the contours of the land come out more strikingly. With snowfall, they soften and blossom like ripe flesh. We headed out to Lapham Peak yesterday in bright sunshine. We discovered that they had created snow for some of their cross country ski trails. Man-made, electricity-dependent snow. Because this is Wisconsin, dammit, and we just can’t wait around for Mother Nature; winter break is NOW and it oughta be snowing already! (sigh) It’s sad to me that humans can’t slow down to fall in step with the planet. We keep pushing it to keep abreast of us. It’s like watching parents push their toddlers to be grown up by signing them up for language, dance and art lessons before they even hit nursery school. It smells manipulative and inauthentic. I am sniffing around in the other direction, trying to learn to open up to what exists.

The snow-making machine looks like a lunar landing module.

The boardwalk through the wetland has buckled and twisted in the process of freezing and thawing. It reminds me of the changeable dynamic of a journey, a path in constant flux. It tells me that my progress was not intended to be in a straight line, that meanders are natural and meaningful. And that makes them interesting and challenging. They invite me to adjust my balance, to pay attention, to dance with them.

I have no idea what is around the bend. There’s a new year coming up, full of mystery and thrilling movement. I am feeling less afraid and unsafe in this realization, and more eager to take the fun house walk.

Advent Day #4 – Soil

December 4, 2013 by scillagrace

Reblogging from two years ago is not as synchronous as I thought it might be. Two years ago, the fourth of December was a Sunday, and my post was very Sunday-related and had little to do with the Advent gift of the day, which I designated Soil. So, I went looking for another post from that year. Luckily, I found one. My parade of gifts from the Universe has featured Sun, Air, Water and now Soil. The four elements of our natural world, if you will. Here’s the post:

As Time Goes By

November 26, 2011 by scillagrace

My daughter is a certified massage therapist. This makes visiting her an extra special occasion. Not only do I get the pleasure of her company and hospitality, I get a 2 hour massage as well. As I lay there thinking about my body, my cells, and the amazing things going on just under my skin, it occurred to me that the whole process that I call my biological life began exactly half a century ago. Yup, I figure I was conceived Thanksgiving weekend, as my parents celebrated with joy their gratitude for life. Not that they ever divulged so private a story to me, mind you.

I marvel at how life is sustained over time. I mentioned this to my kids as I was sipping my post-therapy water. My youngest piped up, “Yeah, well, half a century is nothing when you think about how mountains grow and change.” Touche. I have to get better at taking a longer view, getting a bigger perspective. I look at my kids bustling around in the kitchen preparing food together, all grown up, and a second later, they are playing a patty-cake game from their childhood.

We are all still so young on this earth; we are such a blink. What kind of impact will we have on the bigger picture? What will be the most lasting legacy of this family whom I love so intensely? The trees that we’ve planted? The children we beget? The words we pen? The votes we cast? The ashes we give back to the soil? I can’t say for sure. It could be the love that we circulate, although it would be impossible to document. I am just grateful to have been a part of it, a crinoid in the limestone, among thousands of others.

Advent Day #3 – Water

December 3, 2013 by scillagrace

Reblogged from 2 years ago:

Handmade, Naturally

December 3, 2011 by scillagrace

Today I had an opportunity to get into the holiday spirit by doing some arts & crafts with kids at the Nature Center. Unfortunately for fundraising but fortunately for me, not too many people showed up this morning. That meant that I got to play with the materials myself. I was at the wrapping paper station with an array of washable paint colors and objects to dip into them. Leaves, cedar boughs, fir needles, spruce branches, feathers, pine cones, sponges and whatnot.

Years ago, I went into the prairie with scissors, came back with leaves and seed pods, spray painted my treasures in gold, silver, and clear varnish, and decorated a mask with them. That hung on the wall of the den for ages. I’m always looking for ways to decorate indoors with pieces of the outdoors. And all for free, essentially. (Cheap & Weird – my kids’ nickname for me) That reminds me of the dried macaroni gifts I gave the Christmas I was, what, 9? Too funny. Spray paint macaroni, glue it to a box, call it a gift. I suppose I could get away with it as a kid, but what is it called when I’m almost 50 and still messing around like that? Okay, call it messing around. I have fun. Here are a few examples:

Imagine me gleefully slapping a piece of butcher paper with a paint-soaked cedar branch ala Jackson Pollack! I tell you, kindergarteners should not be having all the fun.

The best things in life are free. So far on my December countdown, I’ve received Sunshine (Dec. 1), Fresh Air (Dec. 2), and Water (Rain – today). Each day I go outside to receive some miraculous gift, and there’s always something. No need to wrap it or trap it. Martha Stewart or Andy Goldsworthy, I’m not. Just a kid in a fabulous universe, trying to stay happy with what there is.

Advent Day #2 – Air

December 2, 2013 by scillagrace

Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird…it’s a comet….it’s ATMOSPHERE!

The second gift in my December calendar of counting blessings is air. The blog entry I posted two years ago is about an encounter with duck hunters. Ironically, I met a duck hunter yesterday. He came into my daughter’s home with a mallard drake dangling from his fist, took it out to the back yard, and began to pull back skin and feathers to reveal a dark red breast. If you’ve never eaten duck, this may conjure a shocked response. If you have (and enjoy it as much as Steve does), you may shrug your shoulders and think, “Okay, that’s how we get duck meat. Yum!” My daughter came into the house minutes later with a collection of feathers in a plastic bag and announced, “Everyone’s getting feather earrings for Christmas!” My daughter makes and sells jewelry. Her designs are beautiful, I think.

So, natural resources…we use them, we share them with everything on the planet. We breathe something like 19 cubic feet of oxygen each day. Our air quality affects every breath we take, every bird and animal and plant as well. There’s an air quality exhibit at Discovery World where I work, so I am reminded of this several times a week. We will use the resources; we will affect the web. The question we must continue to ask is “How?” Are we mindful? Respectful? Wasteful? Grateful? Entitled? Do consider before acting.

Now, the reblog…

Make Way for Duck Hunters

I’m new around here. To Wisconsin, that is. People here shoot animals at state nature areas. And the DNR is okay with this. They post helpful signs that indicate which recreational activities are allowed and that includes the hiker dude whom I recognize, and a hunter dude whom I don’t. Well, I recognize him now. I’ve been seeing more of him lately. He’s up there next to the binoculars. I can’t figure out how all these things coexist, though. If you’re in a wildlife refuge area to view wildlife and hike around, and other people are there to shoot at the wildlife, what’s the etiquette for getting along?

Steve and I walked in the Vernon State Wildlife Area on Wednesday. This was our fourth visit. We’ve seen so many different kinds of animals there: birds and frogs and turtles and fish and muskrats. I wanted to see how the place was changing with the season. We walked down the gravel trail alongside the railroad tracks and heard 3 shots. When we got to the other parking lot, we saw 4 pickup trucks with gun racks. One of them had a sticker that said, “P.E.T.A. – People Eating Tasty Animals”. Gun deer season was just over, I thought. We walked out on the dike and saw decoy ducks on the water in several different places. As we got nearer, people in camouflage gear appeared in the cattails. I had my binoculars and my camera. They had guns and a dog. Steve and I were talking in low voices, wondering to each other, actually, what the protocol was for this seeming conflict of interests. Were the hunters harboring ill will for us, thinking that we were maybe scaring away the ducks and geese? Were we harboring ill will for them, thinking that they are killing the wildlife we’ve come to enjoy? Were the water birds harboring ill will for all of us, wishing we’d just let them be? We nodded greetings. At one point, some birds flew over in formation while the hunters tooted away on their duck call devices, but apparently, they were too high up to shoot. If they were any lower, would they have shot anyway, while we were standing there on the path?? I just don’t know how this is suppose to work. Are we supposed to stay away during hunting season? It’s not posted that hikers can only be there on certain dates. We heard shots as we walked back to our car.

I’m still puzzled about this. I have heard a few more stories from folks I’ve met about deer hunting. People have great family memories about hunting traditions. I imagine my favorite postal employee out there in the field, waiting 8 hours to spot a deer, and I suppose it’s kind of like fishing. You get to sit quietly in nature and forget about business at the post office. No one bugs you for hours at a time. And if you see a deer, you aim and shoot. If you hit it, you get to be all physical and field dress it and carry it away. Sounds like a complete departure from stamping packages all day long. I appreciate that.

As if Andy Goldsworthy had been here

There’s a particular stark beauty in the late fall landscape. Trees are skeletal. Light is low and angled. Ice forms in geometric patterns. It’s rather post-modern feeling. It makes me moody. So does the hunting scene. In a way, it fits, though. I guess I’m coming to a kind of ambiguous acceptance of it. Survival, mortality, an uneasy coexistence with everything. In the summer, this same drama is played out, except it’s covered in fecundity and green light.

Still, the universe is a complicated tapestry, as Steve said last night – a magic carpet stretching in all directions forever. I look for a perch from which to see as much of it as I can.