How wonderful is this exqusite and meticulously crafted swan, a reflection of the inner beauty and exquisite sensitivity of the one who brought it as a gift. It is for this and a number of other reasons I have this day chosen it as introduction to this section which has evolved to become evocative of contemplation. Another is the lesson the swan brings, of perspectives that are transforming.
Spring here on the lake finds the great blue heron atop the dock and the osprey circling above shouting the news of shallow water spawning bass. The occasional boat momentarily disrupts the business of geese and ducks. Later the hummer who will rule my feeder in summer appears to demand attention in great swoops from the backyard shade tree. Fall colors of air and mountainsides are splendid and endure past Thanksgiving. Winter can bite with wind and episodic drops in degrees but more often than not offers soft cool nights and warm days.
Perhaps following an imperative of organic origins, I have since childhood for focus and understanding referred to "wild things," to nature, if you will, to the music to which all life sings. Expressions inspired by living things are the most eloquent. Thriving in joy are those who answer the call to create. Thriving in contentment are those who accept their place and their season. This I know from nature. This was known before certain frightened men assumed an entitlement to dominion.
I hope visitor and old friends alike will enjoy the following pages and perhaps share some of my awe at the miracle of this green planet so powerful and so fragile.
"The beauty and genius of a work of art may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed, a vanished harmony may yet again inspire the composer; but when the last individual of a race of living things breathes no more,another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can again be"---C. W. Beebe
