It is time for bed, It is time for rest. Everything strives south, goes down, lets loose. We all have gone to seed Planting our hopes for next year into their prepared beds No more roses only the ripe hips now Now the feast from the harvest Now the felling, the falling, the cutting of expectation as we curl in tighter as we dig in deeper we hold tightly to ourselves in the wake of the coming winter we long to close our eyes as the sun sets ever lower in the sky
The leaves are so beautiful in all their different shades, shapes, and states of growth, release, or decay. Today I am thinking of the tree That held that life in its existence, nurtured it from before it was a small bud carried nutrients to it so that it could survive as it developed and grew now the tree sends a signal to each one still connected through that nourishing network to say, it is time, it is time to let go the tree, feels, the moment filled with fear or fascination as floating unfolds It is time It is time to let go
I came across this beautiful etching today. The artist is named Sheryl Steiger Young. The detail is amazing. “Fine line drawing and attention to minute detail characterize Young’s artwork.” Her animal etchings will be on display at a gallery in Vermont during the month of May. “The nature and animal studies are the root of her work, expressing all the perfection and beauty one could possibly be privileged to enjoy in the world.” I have done a few etchings myself, but nothing this intricate.
“E. hochstetteri is a mushroom, and it’s blue. It’s really, really, really blue—almost unbelievably blue, saturated in a way more often associated with kids’ markers or mouth-staining candy than with fungi. The diminutive mushrooms play an outsized role in New Zealand’s cultural landscape and also flourishes in locals’ lives, with the Māori using these mushrooms as food, medicine, and pigments for tattoos.”