A Pile of Rocks
Next to love, balance is the most important thing.
John Wooden
I named my rock piles…
The Light Spirit
with a big-hearted base.
The Little Universe
Light and dark
sun and moon
sand, stone and feather.
The Bird Bath
a little white bird
found a place to land
and a bath
to cool in
The Running Man…
it’s precarious,
running.
one foot touching down,
one mid-air,
one arm forward,
one back.
Gravity and momentum
briefly
in balance
propelling you
forward
through space.
Everything changes, even stone.
Claude Monet
Balancing rocks, and finding rock balances, or cairns, of others is one of the pleasures of living near a rocky beach. Last month, while visiting Mackinac Island, I found a book called The Rock Balancer’s Guide by Travis Ruskus. It’s a meditative approach to rock balancing. I’m just learning. Some of the stones I find here, on Lake Michigan, called lightning stones (or Septarian), often appear to have images of familiar things etched into their surfaces. I love finding them and using them in a stack. It makes each rock pile like an ephemeral message from me to the universe. And great fun. You should try it!
There are a couple of updates to my schedule I wanted to share. Firstly, I'll be scaling back my blogging to once a month during the summer to dedicate time to updating my website galleries, creating prints for my physical gallery, and fulfilling commitments to others.
Secondly, for anyone near Saugatuck, Michigan, I'm organizing a one-day bookbinding workshop in late September 2024. More details to come.
I will see you again on July 19, and on the third Friday of every month through the end of October. Thank you so much for being here.
Deer’s Leap
Sunrise
Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me.
Henry David Thoreau
gorgonian branches reaching for sunlight
the sun rises dripping from the ocean
a stranded man-o-war dressed in blue and gold
humans interact with the elements in beautiful and curious ways (man standing on a stack of beach loungers, flying a drone)
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread.
John Muir
Rising before dawn
I hear morning calling me-
with a seagull’s voice.
One thing I really love about being in Miami is going down to the ocean to watch the sun rise every day. This week the sky has been spectacular. I hesitate to share sunrise photos sometimes, because someone once told me sunrise/sunset photos are cliches. So - here’s to celebrating a beautiful cliche. Hope you can get out to see one in person wherever you are.
Thank you so much for being here. See you next week!
A great egret spreads his wings in the park. I wonder if he knows how beautiful he is. Time to fly.
Going Home again
Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
Terry Pratchett
an unexplained ruin in Joshua Tree
my last desert hike
I stumbled on a ruin
crumbling into dust
and realized I was ready to go home
home again - water everywhere
home where water flows freely
pussy willow blossoming
where spring blossoms riot - bursting through their skins
Allium breaking through
Narcissus looking down
where narcissus is already in full bloom
Ferns unfurling
where the forest floor fills with ferns
single-minded squirrel
where squirrels sneak up to steal suet
living in the land of tulips
where the silky tulips glisten
swimming silently by
and silent mallards swim
lily of the valley
where lily of the valley is wet with dew
solitary tree on the edge of the dunes, overlooking the channel
and a single tree keeps vigil over the grassy dune.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
I loved the magic of Joshua Tree, but I am so happy to be back home. I am grateful that you are here with me.