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More Dead Than Alive
Sunflower Maiden keening
for her fading hair
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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Wildflower Maiden
In “Walking,” Thoreau writes that his health depends on spending at least four hours a day “sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements.”
The saunterer goes wherever her feet take her, and near sundown mine take me to an open place I call the Meadow, where in late summer yellow wildflowers spread like butter among the thin grasses. Now, however, only bedraggled heads of spent sunflowers remain, glowing orange with the last lights of day.
I move toward the dry sunflowers, but seeing a spot of purple or pink at my feet, I kneel for a closer look. It is the first tiny spring wildflower, whose name I do not know. I snap off a dozen shots, just as the sun slips below the horizon. My sauntering has brought me to holy ground.
flaunting herself in pastels
Wildflower Maiden
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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One Bee Is Enough
to pollinate one poppy
or ten thousand stars
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Poppy in bloom at Mission San Juan Capistrano, Southern California
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Petal by Petal
wrens witness the transition
petal by petal
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Cactus blossoms at Mission San Juan Capistrano, Southern California
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Fleeting Flecks of Light
the poppies lack endurance—
fleeting flecks of light.
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Southern California
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First Flowers of Spring
For weeks I stumble through dark clouds of grief, after losing my little point-and-shoot camera to an ignominious death. My constant companion on nature walks no longer functions—the lens will not retract—and I slog through my beloved wilderness with unseeing eyes.
Yet a new day dawns, with a new camera, and I am ready again to romance the little things that others spurn.
I slip through a fence with a sign that warns against trespassing, my heart beating wildly. Will this be the day that my transgressions are discovered?
But I have no time to worry, for at my feet I spy some tiny, reddish-purple flowers. Willing the wind to pause in its pummeling of the delicate blossoms, I fish my camera from my pocket, kneel, and focus the lens for the first photo of the day.
nourished by underground streams—
we drink together.
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Southern California
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Nature Walk
As I shuffle through the arroyo, I keep dropping to my knees. An onlooker might mistake me for a pilgrim making my way to Lourdes. But the healing I seek cannot be found at some distant holy shrine. It is here in the dust at my feet: cedar twigs snapped off by storms; summer’s leftover flowers; small stones trying in vain to fatten themselves on wisps of winter sun.
I aim my camera at a clump of wasted wildflowers, remembering words from a letter written long ago: “God chose what is low and despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are…” (1 Corinthians 1:28, RSV).
Low and despised is winter’s detritus in the arroyo, but it heals my battered spirit as I kneel in awe and wonder before it.
I search for underground streams—
three crows bear witness.
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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As Fate Would Have It
one tiny yellow blossom
battles with the sun.
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Blossom in a wash, Southern California
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