tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854241370473188657.post535580633017131876..comments2023-09-15T05:39:08.419-07:00Comments on The Ordinary and the Wild: The MountainLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07537269687117463579noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854241370473188657.post-51079332879067855402013-04-08T16:05:48.396-07:002013-04-08T16:05:48.396-07:00you're most welcome.you're most welcome.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07537269687117463579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854241370473188657.post-49612495633297430832013-03-13T17:21:12.642-07:002013-03-13T17:21:12.642-07:00Thank you.Thank you.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07537269687117463579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854241370473188657.post-44519146976559166922013-03-12T20:39:12.794-07:002013-03-12T20:39:12.794-07:00Erin, yes yes. exactly I don't know how people...Erin, yes yes. exactly I don't know how people live who don't let their hearts travel with the natural world. your story of the chickadee reminds me of Julian of Norwich's beholding of the hazelnut and of Blake's grain of sand. there's a world in a leaf and another in a mountain and they're related, intimately so. <br />sage, thank you...Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07537269687117463579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854241370473188657.post-80975368846827989942013-03-12T07:18:04.405-07:002013-03-12T07:18:04.405-07:00I like your names for colors, the winter colors at...I like your names for colors, the winter colors at sunset are intense...sagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854241370473188657.post-91350039478125634022013-03-12T07:07:18.787-07:002013-03-12T07:07:18.787-07:00a threshold or a liminal place. i understand. th...a threshold or a liminal place. i understand. the other day on a run in the country in the first rain of spring i stopped to watch a chickadee alongside the road. i felt ***!!!??? i can't quite say. i noted how he was the size of a heart, perhaps not the SIZE of a heart, but was a heart living in the branches. the size of a rodent too. somehow his animation was simply life itself. i felt myself there in him and i felt him inside me. i didn't know any difference, other than location, and even that i wasn't sure of. it was one of those moments.<br /><br />i thank god for the natural world. without it i would be mad. with it, i only seem mad, but am whole.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5854241370473188657.post-57160574186144571682013-03-12T05:25:05.554-07:002013-03-12T05:25:05.554-07:00Thornblue. Skywild. Yum. Thornblue. Skywild. Yum. DiamondLilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16181410504023175296noreply@blogger.com