Networking

Researchers have found that land plants evolved on Earth about 700 million years ago and land fungi evolved about 1,300 million years ago.  Fungi connect with mycelium; they network.  

In reading Robert MacFarlane’s book Is a River Alive?, I learn about Giuliana Furci who is known for her advocacy and research into the fungal kingdom.  Her relationship is such that she can be in a car in a dark forest and sense a certain type of mushroom.

She says about hopping out of a car to discover a colony of Avatar-blue mushrooms, “I didn’t see the mushrooms, exactly.  I heard them. If you know how to listen, fungi just … tell you where they are. I’ll get this feeling that there’s a fungus around. I feel, no, I know, that there’s something – no, somebody – who wants to see me. You get a call-out from them.”

“The fuzz in the matrix. That’s still the best way I can describe it. I can say very definitely that it’s a communication – a two-way interaction.  The fungi know I’m there, as well as the reverse. Fungi have a different vibration to plants and animals. The colours move differently, I find. And fungi has a … shine that’s different to the shine of plants. It’s more … opague. And they have a very different energy than plants – much more of a watery or liquid feel.”  

And now we organize a fluid energy to protest against dictatorship and cruelty. We connect and infiltrate to destroy their plans.

As Henry David Thoreau wrote:  “This is the only way, we say, but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one centre.”

We are radii, connecting through the environmental webs that nourish and sustain us all.  

Mushrooms on the Oakwood Trail in January
Umbrellas for Leprechauns
Transformation Climbs

The Penguin Lessons

A friend recommended the movie The Penguin Lessons.  I love it.  I was then inspired to read the book The Penguin Lessons by Tom Mitchell that inspired the movie.  There are similarities, yes, a wonderful penguin, who changes people’s lives, but there is much more in the book, so I recommend both with maybe the book second, though who knows.  Notice what draws you.

Meanwhile, enjoy this poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.  

Spring Awakening

One day you wake up
able to name the weight
you’ve been carrying.

Realizing it’s not part of your body or your being,
not essential in any way to journeying or joy,
you set it down gently, without fanfare
in the long soft grass at the side of the road
and walk on

Surprised to find yourself
smiling in the warm sun
for no particular reason.

Meet
Hold
Nurture and Feed

Velella

Today at low tide Rodeo Beach was covered with Velella velella, also known as by-the-wind sailors.  Though they resemble jellyfish, they are related to sea anemones and corals. With a two-inch-high triangular sail, they are carried by the wind, not the currents.  

Velella
Jellyfish and Velella
Jewels
Twins
Touching
Composite



Tennessee Valley

An early morning walk on a day of Oneness:

One Pussy Willow
One Pond on approach to the Beach
One wave sprout – solitude
One upside down stalk
One Duck
One Flock
One Door in Rock
One Turkey
One Deer
One Salamander

The Oakwood Fairy Trail

Yesterday I ambled through a magical place.

An arrangement of camellias and fruit
Fresh scents
A place to sit, rest, and reflect
Forget-me-nots
You Rock among the trees
And roots
And circle, centered and dance

Balance

Rumi:

“Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.”

Photos from where I live.

Siesta for Ducks
Coming Closer
An array of painted rocks in the park
One large painted rock in the grass
A neighbor puts out chalk to inspire creative design in their driveway
A collection
Four-leafed Clover
It’s Spring!

May Day

My son and his wife are in Paris celebrating her 50th birthday. Today they were in Giverny strolling through Claude Monet’s home, and water and flower gardens.

Exuberance
Enchantment
Beauty
Reflection
Delicacy

I was in San Rafael by the wildlife ponds.

Marsh Grasses
Two Snowy Egrets
One Great White Egret in Contemplation

A Friend

Today I felt drawn to return to the place where, yesterday, I saw the Great Blue Heron. I felt she was the one I bonded with last February when I stayed on a houseboat in Sausalito. I met a woman who also feels bonded to this bird, and said yes, the bird is here at low tide, and in the place I met her last year at high tide. The woman said, “I love her”, and I said , “As do I”. I share more photos of life in the bay.

I startled her at first and she flew to a new spot
Maybe she wanted to give me a better view because she flew to the dock, landed, and pranced along to a more visible place.
Walking along the dock
Pause for a Pose
Another Pause
A closer look as she turns from one dock to another
And she continues along
Checking out a place to drop
A perfect place to fish for lunch
Golden Slippers now comes strolling along the dock
And finds a spot to enter the water to feed –
Another way to fly

Embrace

Monday the power was out for many in the Bay area, so because we have a generator grandchild arrived in his Halloween skeleton pajamas.  No problem.  We went to Old Mill Park where he found a tree into which we both could climb, a tree with two rooms so we could separate our tasks into cooking and a tool shop.  At one point the tree became a pirate ship, and the wind came up so we needed to “batten down the hatches”.  

I sit with it now, climbing in and out of the opening in the tree , especially when the land below became the ocean into which we each went scuba diving to commune with squid.

After I’m with my grandchild living in the land and sea of his imagination, when he leaves, I miss him, and feel slightly dizzy as though my world is set to organize and his is in response to what he sees and creates. 

I’ve been to Old Mill Park innumerable times, and never realized the possibilities in this tree.  Maybe I never even discerned it as separate from the multitude of tall trees.When I go back by myself, will this tree still open itself to possibility? Will I feel silly climbing up into a tree to view the world from its open enclosure?Will I feel silly swimming in the sea grandchild saw below it?

We were there to view the rushing creek, exuberant with the rain.And yet, for him, in those moments, the invitation was from the tree. 

Thich Nhat Hanh:

The feeling that any task is a nuisance will soon disappear if it is done in mindfulness.

Immersion
Contemplation
Stirring the pot
A finer touch
The History
The creek and mill
The view of the creek when looking out through the tree
Exquisite what guides, lifts, and expands our paths