Monday, March 21, 2011

Gravity Sprinkled Upward

It's one of those magical places wise people
like to talk about.
One of the things they say about it, that is true,

is that, once you've been there,
you're there forever.
Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?

Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then— open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away. — Mary Oliver

(Such Singing in the Wild Branches)

This was a beautiful weekend for our family. We took a trip to the mountains for a celebratory Spring hike. Something happens when you're looking down from 3,385 feet in the air, something shifts, you gain new perspective and feel such a sense of peace.

Satch in his usual fashion turned over logs and stones to discover their mysteries. He was smitten with this millipede. At least, we think it was a millipede because it had mighty short legs and a whole lot of 'em.

We found some small bones and claws and nearby, 2 very weathered owl pellets which we took home for dissection.

It was also the weekend of the Perigee Moon. We celebrated with a moonrise picnic of cheese and crackers and glow sticks, of course.

Neighbors and friends joined us, sharing Moon Pies and conversation as we watched the Perigee Moon glow orange, then white as it rose higher.

In the morning Satch went straightaway to dissecting his owl pellets while his dad and I sipped our coffee. The pellets had clearly been exposed to the elements for quite some time we so decided it would probably be safe. Nevertheless, there was careful washing of hands and equipment afterward. Satch was excited by his haul of small bones. Some info on owl pellets here.

We are feeling very inspired by TWO new books that we had the honor to review!

Seasons by award winning author/artist, Anne Crausaz. This book explores the 4 seasons through 5 senses. I love the illustrations and color and the underlying message of fully experiencing the unique beauty of each season.

Around One Log by Anthony D. Fredericks is a rhymic story that explores the ecology of a rotting log and the community of creatures that make their home there. The story celebrates the interconnectedness of life on our planet. There is a section of field notes that contain facts about the animal characters in the story as well as a section filled with nature activities and projects.

These two lovely books make perfect springtime reading!

On Sunday we'll be attending a Native American Drumming Circle in honor of Springtime. I can't think of a better way to celebrate a season of re-birth and new beginnings. Oh Spring, thank you for another chance to break free from all that inhibits our growth.

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posted by Wendy at 5:46 AM


Blogger denise said...

Beautiful! I so miss mountains of any kind...or big hills. ;)

Spring is so wondrous and I love when it comes, but at the same time it is hard because any seasonal transition sends A into a tailspin of adjusting to cold/warm/cold/warm, coat/no coat, gloves/no gloves. whew! It is exhausting.

Lovely photos. Sounds like a perfectly wonderful way to celebrate the season and the moon.

9:31 AM  
Blogger Wendy said...

oh denise, every day, every season has it's challenges with our boys.

i know the tailspin like the back of my hand. remember the color coded thermometer, lol?

satch has come a long way and seems to have less issues with warm weather than he does with cold, but even that has gotten so much better. right now his biggest struggles are staying on task, being in groups, and social skills.

here's to spring and new beginnings. xo

9:52 AM  
Blogger Jessica Monte said...

This looks like an amazing trip and a great way to welcome the spring. I love the layout of your posts too, btw.

1:11 PM  

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