The one word the Oracle was certain she wanted me to use this morning was coffee.
drink stars in your morning coffee ask for sky voices to wake the heart remember the magic lingering like oceans dancing on rhythms of never mind give time the eye of breath listen with flying colors sail open the dark hole of night
to belong is a feeling–not words over heard in pass ing, but a garment to wear– it keeps you warm, this
chorus sung by many voices– it tells you how to clear your self, opening to be come filled, become found
Sarah at dVerse shared with us once again the paintings of Fay Collins, and asked us to write to what we see in her images. I did not pick any particular landscape, but used the entirety of her work as inspiration for both my words and my watercolor, which reflect her immersion in and love of the earth.
Also linking to earthweal, where Brendan has asked us to praise what matters.
Looking at the photo Butterfly on Asters by Lisa Smith Nelson, I’m immediately reminded of a story in Robin Wall Kimmerer’s “Braiding Sweetgrass”. Kimmerer is asked by her college advisor why she wants to study botany. She tells him she is hoping to learn “about why asters and goldenrod looked so beautiful together”. Her advisor is appalled. To him, the beauty of a field of flowers has no place in science.
I could have told her, as her artist friends later did, about complementary colors. But I did not know, as she learned in her further studies, that the eyes of bees, like those of humans, are naturally attracted to complementary colors. I looked up butterflies and their vision, too, is similarly color sensitive. When asters and goldenrod grow together, they complement each other in more than color—they attract more pollinators. Plants need pollinators to reproduce.
The combination of purple and yellow is part of the ecosystem.
It seems that beauty is indeed a necessity for life.
which came first– the delicate wings or the seed?
Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt this week was a photo chosen and taken by Lisa Smith Nelson, above.
The Oracle is in a dreamy mood today. It feels very much like my dreams last night–I journeyed with some children through a series of untamed landscapes. The details are hazy, but the atmosphere lingers.
be ocean’s naked desire born flying with fish like no one’s fool sailing over night dancing the dazzled morning open like a newborn eye listening to time’s rhythm devouring each breath