Pure Innocence

“Nobody’s born hating another person. 

A mad world puts that poison in us.”

Ain’t it the truth? 

When does human nature start becoming corrupted? The moment we are born and labels are put on us such as beautiful, pale, girl, fussy…on and on. They all move us into groups of separation. 

Just digging for revelation here…what labels do you still carry from childhood?  Do they help or hinder you?

Human Nature


Plenty of empty hours recently have given me opportunity to examine just about every area of my life. One of the nearest and dearest to my heart is my connection to Mother Nature, which is obvious by my posts over the past year and a half.

But yet in these past few weeks, Human Nature has shown up to be so very important to me. Time and again, when I have felt so very low, a call or message or card in the mail has raised me up. Maybe I have been missing something all along. After all, everything that exists is the one body of life. And honestly, I have intentionally tried to keep myself apart from the thing that I cannot separate from.

I keep coming back to this photo.  It is my Robert, who recently passed, loving up on his sister, Lauri. Yep, I asked them to take a posed photo, but Robert isn’t posing at all. He is in total communion; with the warmth of the sunshine, with the smell of the jasmine blooming behind them, with the birds singing around them, and with his sister’s heart. I can read his face and he was in the place of ONENESS with all that exists, and so at peace to be there.

So for a while, I am going to post photos that feature more of the Human Nature around me. Maybe I will learn where Mother Nature and Human Nature become one. I hope that I will learn from Robert’s example and feel the oneness more often, because it looks pretty darn good.

Crappy Hiatus

A one week hiatus turned into a whole month after the sudden death of my husband on my 5th day of vacation while I was 800 miles away. 

He keeps prompting me to “get back to celebrating life” though, so I showed up. 

I am sharing this photo today for a couple of reasons: one, that I identified with it because I am having a crappy (not my ideal word) day emotionally, but also because how many of us have ever seen a bald eagle take a poop, much less have to sidestep getting hit by it?  She was aiming at me for real!

The metaphor made me laugh, and I needed that today…sidestep the crap and go on. Future days will likely be the same, until the crap stops aiming at me so often. I will keep sidestepping…my new dance through life.