Nature – Cathy's Blog!

Posted on June 12, 2026June 12, 2026 by Cathy Edgett · 2 Comments

Change: Enchantment

Yesterday it was hot and clear here, but then, I felt the wind shift from east to west, and knew the fog was moving in on its journey to cool and embrace. The branches of the trees played in the breeze, and in an hour or so, I saw wisps on the ridge. In the next hour, all was completely gray, and in the night our motion detector kept lighting up with the sway of the trees. This morning when I rose, I was surprised to see fog only on the ridge, and then, 20 minutes later, it was gone. Impermanence.

I sway now gently, back and forth, forward and back, circling like bamboo, the symbol of enlightenment in Japanese gardens, or like kelp in the sea. Swaying, feeling, moved by breath. Memories filter through like the dance of fog, like mist, sprinkled with fairy dust.

Fog creeping over the ridge at 6:09 this morning after clearing in the night.

And now I look again at 7:54. And so it goes, in and out, like breath.

A soft hover, and then, by 8:00, all is clear again.

Posted on June 8, 2026June 8, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Looking Down

Walking around my neighborhood I crossed the bridge to Eastwood Park, and took a photo of the creek. When I looked at the photo, I saw a perfect reflection of the sky. I was brought to consider even more deeply my steps, and where I place my feet. The ground and I reflect.

Posted on June 6, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Folding and Unfolding

Misty Hannah led us today in Sensory Awareness on Zoom. She began with how she was folding her laundry today, folding and unfolding, noticing weight and texture.

She invited us to feel our shape, and then slowly to fold down, and then unfold back up and bring our arms out. I became an egret, a heron, with wings broad and scooping the air. My arms were fluid, not fixed like an airplane wing.

Folded, I felt open in the back of the spine, breath pouring in, fluid. When I unfolded back up, my head kept moving on its wand of a neck making figure 8’s, a dance of infinity.

As I fold and unfold, and knots untie, I’m reminded of Rilke’s wonderful poem from the Book of Hours: Love Poems to God.

If we surrendered

to earth’s intelligence

we could rise up rooted, like trees.

Instead we entangle ourselves

in knots of our own making

and struggle, lonely and confused.

So, like children, we begin again ..

to fall,

patiently to trust our heaviness.

Even a bird has to do that

before he can fly.

The earth folds and unfolds, rises and falls.

Posted on June 5, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Heaven

Leaving early to walk Tennessee Valley to the beach, I saw a deer at the top of our driveway, and then, three more along the path to the beach. Quail were hidden but sounding: qua querko, and so many birds were singing, I felt I was in a jungle. What a gift of a morning!

Posted on June 4, 2026June 4, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Bathing

I’ve written about Forest Bathing before, the benefits of receiving from our plant friends, but yesterday I walked to Tennessee Valley beach with a friend, and another friend spoke of Beach Bathing. What can we learn from the sea, rocks, and sand?

Today I did Hisorty, an app where you can play with and reconnect with the timeline of history. My son thinks it’s too easy, and it can be, but I like seeing how events align.

From Hisorty: Code of Ur-Nammu: In 2050 B.C. the Sumerian king of Ur issued the earliest surviving written law code, predating Hammurabi by three centuries and laying the foundation for legal systems in Mesopotamia.

And here we are now, being re-introduced to how essential it is to follow the laws of ethics and morality.

An exuberant splash of connection, water and rock

Posted on May 31, 2026May 31, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Focus

A friend likes my posts from the past. He brings me back to this one from December, 5th 2021. I re-visit these quotes.

Martin Buber: ALL REAL LIVING IS ABOUT RELATIONSHIP.

Marion Milner in her book A LIFE OF ONE’S OWN:

But now concentration, instead of being a matter of time tables and rules, was a magician’s wand. By a simple self-chosen act of keeping my thoughts on one thing at a time instead of dozens, I had found a new window opening out across a new country of wide-open horizons and unexplored delights.

When astronauts go into space, they see the earth as a whole. They see oneness, not division. Let’s focus on the oneness we share, this lifeboat, planet earth.

A multitude on one stem anchored in the earth we share.

Posted on May 30, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Ring Mountain

Today I hiked with a friend on Ring Mountain. When I was a nature guide there in the 1980s, I learned about the Tiburon Mariposa Lily that was discovered in 1971. From the photos, you can see its beauty and elusiveness. It grows on serpentine soil that is surrounded by sandstone, so it never spread, and is protected along with other rare plants that grow on Ring Mountain. It blooms late May and early June, and it’s a gift to see it. The land was previously owned by The Nature Conservancy and is now owned by the Marin County Open Space District.

The Coast Miwok lived and thrived here. When I led groups of children who were in 4th, 5th, or 6th grade, we went through a grocery list of how everything we need to survive is here; food from the bay, acorns from oaks, a buckeye tree, quail, soap root for washing, pennyroyal for tea, tule for boats, beauty, and clean air. The Miwok carved petroglyphs on the rocks facing west.

Looking northeast toward the Richmond Bridge

Mariposa means butterfly – do you see it?

Another view of what is elusive and exquisite: the Tiburon Mariposa Lily.

Posted on May 11, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Connection

In May, 2022, I read about Dawn Prince-Hughes who has Aspergers. In wanting to understand human communication, she began sitting outside the window of the enclosure for the silverback gorillas at the Seattle zoo. One day when she arrived upset, Congo, a silverback male gorilla noticed and rushed to the window. He motioned to her to put her head on his shoulder. They touched through the glass and felt the glass as fluid.

She writes: I probably stayed with him like that, with my head on his shoulder, for 30 minutes or so. I think it was probably the first time I was genuinely comforted by another person. Congo really set the standard for what social interactions should be like between me and another human being. You just can’t worry about looking like a fool. You can’t worry about getting hurt. You can’t worry about whether you’re right or not. It just boils down to wanting to be connected at all costs, at all risks. I no longer wanted to allow the permeability of my spirit to seek smaller and smaller shelters. It requires a completely open heart. I felt like I found a way to go home through the glass.

Posted on May 7, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Now

I return to a book by Jeanne Achterberg, Woman as Healer. Civilizations decline when they devalue women. From prehistoric times to the present, there’s been peace, growth, and prosperity when women were honored and revered for their role as healers and creators, as essential beings in this world we share. When they were held down, dishonored, and demeaned, there was war.

And here we are, again.

A Great Blue Heron stands stately by the path!

Posted on May 4, 2026 by Cathy Edgett

Silence

In Erling Kagge’s book, Silence: In the Age of Noise, he writes of “how it feels good to share a joy”. He also writes of how words can interfere.

From the book:

Early one morning the war hero Claus Helberg, who later became a respected guide in Norway’s mountain region, led a group out from Finsehytta, a Norwegian mountain cabin.

“The summer light was returning, winter had released its hold, and new colours were emerging everywhere. The conditions were fantastic, and instead of commenting on it he began the hike by handing out slips of paper to each of the participants on which was written: “Yes, it is totally amazing.”

When the pandemic began we rarely drove and didn’t drive one of our cars which sat outside. The battery died. When we opened the hood to put in a new battery, we discovered this beautiful nest.