The Soul of Place

-

“There are a lot of them in this world" 

and each has a string tied to a human heart that says Yes, this is the place for it is the place that most resembles heaven in the mind and heart of the beholder.

I like to think that I saved this little Pondersa Pine seedling from inevitable doom. I first noticed it last summer trying to work it's way out from under a telephone company's utility box. I knew that I would eventually dig it up when the weather and season was right.  It happened on March 9th, 2019.


Protected by rocks and limbs from nibbling elk.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Tree House

-
Image
Nestled into the rocks under the The Mogollon Rim,  is this unique one-of-a-kind retreat we call The Tree House.  Built in 1974 by sawmill owner Austin Myer, old growth Ponderosa Pines from atop the Rim yielded up their timbers and boards to become, for our time, a place of wonder.
Read more

Double The Day

-
Image
Unfold thy face, unmask thy ray, Shine forth, bright Sunne, double the day. Let no malignant misty fume, Nor foggy vapor, once presume  To interpose thy perfect sight This day, which makes us love thy light.  Richard Crashaw, 1613
Read more

My Shadow

-
Image
One of my earliest memories was that of sitting on my mother's lap listening to the words from Robert Louis Stevenson's My Shadow . She read it from the armchair of the living room in the old house on our little farm in Iowa. I remember still that it was in the morning after my three older brothers had climbed on board the yellow country school bus - that was in 1954 and I was five years old. It was only then that I had my mother to myself.  Later, I memorized the poem because my mother had told me how, when she was a little girl, her mother had read it to her and she had committed it to memory. I felt it was in some way my duty to follow suit. The poem still occasionally surfaces in my thoughts and did so again last week when my daughter Sara sent me the photo she snapped at the family cabin in Pine, Arizona. "Look at the shadow's Dad", were the words in her text. I did so and once again I was on my mother's lap in the armchair of the living room in
Read more