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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">What, precisely, gives reality its significance?
Does it come from its firm stake in the present tense, or its unfalteringly
firm demand for attention to a deadline? We all know when we’re out of milk for
our tea or coffee, we need either to go to the store or manhandle a cow or a
goat.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">Let’s not waste time on that.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">The present is now, right? It is real, yes?
It is over again and again now.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">We try
to capture living and being in the real moment through practice; whether by
meditation, exercise, art, or the occasional adventure.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">Ah, adventure: the unknown and the unplanned,
by definition. It happens without expectation.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">It lives and breathes without tenses.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">It casts itself out like a net reminding you of dreams you almost forgot,
or perhaps neglected a while ago.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">Dreams
are moments that may not be now, but are perhaps, less burdensome because they
are not relegated to real time.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">They are
dreams.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">They travel with you
everywhere.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">Even in your car on the way
to buy milk. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">Are you giving them enough
space to live with you in all their tenses? Sometimes, it feels like there is a
membrane between real time, so called reality, and our creative
explorations.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">Take time to mingle
them.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">Let them dance together.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;">You do not have to close yourself off from
one to accept the other as REAL.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 16px;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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Trope (n.) from the Greek, tropos: a turning. <br />
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The persistence of living things to turn towards the light and warmth of the sun is astounding. Even under the threat of March’s dizzying bi-polar tendencies, the daffodils are pushing through. Dare we say that spring is here? The crocuses are saying yes, it is. So, is the beloved redbud. Do we worry about them? Well, yes, we do. They say that only death and taxes are inevitable. We beg to differ. The blades of dark green hyacinths have been forcing themselves through the topsoil since February. Global warming we chime? Maybe, but do any of us regret the splashes of color that dot our landscape as we muster the stamina to get through winter?<br />
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When next you try to understand the sanity of anything complicated: whether it be the tax code, Medicare, the Republican national debates on television; trust the reliability of life to find its way out of the dark, to turn towards the sun and explode with its own creative and inherent dash of beauty. It’s always there for us. We hesitate: flowers don’t. So, keep in mind that we trope too. The Barn Swallow is here to offer companionable light for all who are in need of a turn. <i>Photos courtesy Steve Jorstad.</i></div>
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<br /></div>lottahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04240907332519613605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216004549851135807.post-87253970399440665552012-01-03T12:08:00.000-05:002012-01-03T12:08:30.937-05:00blog awardWe are delighted to have received the Liebster Blog Award from lovely Trace of <a href="http://soewnearth.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Soewnearth</a>.<br />
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The Liebster Blog Award originated in Germany and recognizes up and coming bloggers. It is meant to showcase those who have fewer than 200 followers. (Liebster means "favourite" or "dearest" in German.) This is done in the spirit of pay-it-forward. In accepting this award, the recipient agrees to:<br /><br />• Thank the person that gave them the award and link back to their blog <br /><br />• Copy and paste the award to their blog<br /><br />• Reveal the 5 blogs they have chosen to award and let them know by commenting on their blog <div>
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<a href="http://teapotsteapotsteapots.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">teapots teapots teapots</a>, <a href="http://andrewwiddis.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">andrew widdis</a>, <a href="http://reformschoolart.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">reformschool art</a>, <a href="http://smallmeadowpress.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">the bower</a>, and <a href="http://www.redorgray.com/" target="_blank">red or gray</a>.</div>
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Happy new year to all of you from all of us, at this gallery at the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. We hope to see you in 2012!</div>lottahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04240907332519613605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216004549851135807.post-3004270349293838622011-12-01T14:07:00.001-05:002011-12-01T14:25:17.420-05:00let there be light<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A farmer and amateur photographer in Canada is in love with firefly light. He has tried to capture it using traditional methods of slow shutter speeds and excellent equipment, much like an astrophotographer who sits for hours capturing the light from distant stars through his telescope. However, his first attempts didn’t really leave him with the right impression, so he wracked his brain for another method. <div>
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Now, during those weeks of summer when thousands of fireflies come out from their burrows in his fields, he lies in the grass for hours alongside huge pieces of photographic paper on dark nights and watches as the fireflies expose the paper dot by dot, impression by impression. The results are fascinating and beautiful. We can only imagine that they look like photographs of the night sky.</div>
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Light is not only beautiful, but also very informative. Physicists have identified the composition of every planet in our solar system by the nature of the light each emits. Different elements, when heated, give off different colors within the known spectrum. Sulfur, magnesium, cadmium, copper, methane, carbon; their light quite literally identifies them. Any good potter knows exactly what happens to the elements of their glazes when fired in the kiln. Color is chemistry. So in December as you celebrate with sketches of light on bare branches, on laurel wreaths, or on swaths of pine and cedar, remember the fireflies. As you set your holiday tables and admire the colors of your favorite plates in candlelight, remember the planets. Color and light are both inspiration and identity. </div>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Joy is not made to be a crumb,” writes Mary Oliver.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And yet, there is joy to be found in the smallest of things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">There is so much to love and admire about Fall: the leaves, obviously, the bright and shiny gourds, and the light which appears whiter and clearer than in Summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, the small should not be ignored.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Like, the acorn, for example:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Such a humble round kernel of hope.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Winnie the Pooh’s Piglet ate nothing but “haycorns.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was small, and easily afraid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It wasn’t the leaves that were leaving which scared him, but rather, the new ones come to replace the old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pooh’s Piglet ate acorns: small buds of promise for large, sturdy trees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was a tiny creature living on potential.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">There is virtue in small creatures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Lao-Tzu wrote,</div><div class="MsoNormal">“…Inside there are things. Hidden! Obscure!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Inside there are essences.</div><div class="MsoNormal">These essences are very real;</div><div class="MsoNormal">Inside them is proof. “</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Proof, like the acorn, of hope and greatness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Do not ever despair of being small or of relishing tiny tasks, like planting bulbs or picking apples.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Do you not dream of a world of possibility every time you plant a bulb in fall and dream of color six months hence?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you not admire that unstoppable will for transformation?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">May we recommend a blog, <a href="http://www.tastespotting.com/tag/acorn+squash">tastespotting</a>, with the best looking recipes for acorn squash?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, my, oh my, good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What a lovely concept: Maybe we should all practice going into unfamiliar rooms with eyes shut and see whether we might guess the color on the walls.<span> </span>I bet many of us would be surprised how often we get it right.<span> </span>We “feel” a great deal more than we often realize or readily accept.<span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJt-tMOaHKoGD5xdT9eafMK7M7UpT9nVpaYvPzTa4ZGpPr8AlOKduFASHg1Qto3rCtvxz04CxPOFeYsQ1z7DFzajjg595FmhCsdHc0mP18H-MIsmL55sXzpZcfTCyo8w2L19SPKg-WHg/s1600/simple4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJt-tMOaHKoGD5xdT9eafMK7M7UpT9nVpaYvPzTa4ZGpPr8AlOKduFASHg1Qto3rCtvxz04CxPOFeYsQ1z7DFzajjg595FmhCsdHc0mP18H-MIsmL55sXzpZcfTCyo8w2L19SPKg-WHg/s400/simple4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj12pqetJgiUWBxbm_vtWMm7KadSnlp7DJEvxNzdIm7OToH6a3co9sokRAjem09Wb8eQyqcE0ayuv2d9LUXXzXTGk2XutdoAY8dE9DsQJMDWmkGDm2QfR029xRHO2m55uYsIKJ6vz7XWbA/s1600/simple5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj12pqetJgiUWBxbm_vtWMm7KadSnlp7DJEvxNzdIm7OToH6a3co9sokRAjem09Wb8eQyqcE0ayuv2d9LUXXzXTGk2XutdoAY8dE9DsQJMDWmkGDm2QfR029xRHO2m55uYsIKJ6vz7XWbA/s400/simple5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Those of you who were in the countryside during the earthquake recently may have noticed that the cicadas, the crickets, and even the birds in the trees all stopped making their noises about thirty seconds before the quaking started.<span> </span>It was rather remarkable.<span> </span>The birds felt it from the tops of branches.<span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And now, with all the rain we’re getting, it might be nice to ponder the lotus blossom.<span> </span>Mary Ann planted seeds in our pond at The Barn Swallow a couple of years ago, and they spread like crazy. This is their season! Huge pink blooms are opening every morning: tall and so utterly majestic coming out of the bottom muck of a pond.<span> </span>It’s amazing to see something so huge and seemingly unreal come out of that mud in total splendor.<span> </span>Very inspiring.<span> </span>If you get a chance to come by and visit us, you must go see them.<span> </span>It’s well worth the trip.<span> </span>Once you see them, you won’t question why so many of the ancient gods were born from this bloom.<span> </span>Next time your feet get stuck in the mud, just feel the soft pink of their petals.<span> </span>Let it inform you.<span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Here’s another poem for inspiration:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Not Poor</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">We are not poor.<span> </span>We are just without riches,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">we who have no will, no world:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">marked with the marks of the latest anxiety,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">disfigured, stripped of leaves.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span> </span>…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And yet, if our Earth needed to</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">she could weave us together like roses</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">and make of us a garland.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">For each being is cleaner than washed stones</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">and endlessly yours, and like an animal</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">who knows already in its first blind moments</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">its need for one thing only—</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">To let ourselves be poor like that—as we truly are.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"><span>—</span>Rainer Maria Rilke</div>lottahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04240907332519613605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216004549851135807.post-60450786672270199422011-07-09T11:11:00.000-04:002011-07-09T11:11:17.137-04:00simple pleasures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTrjuU4ArOAa662K31vvBE3EIbj7lIHxIxGS7f28OreANVcShlECra3dHp2rQeAlGpl30VYLQ4_sUULdJ7rpyU7BdEFJMv02C29HTJR6u9vTiIzdZDkQTVRk6gla_L62MZZJoHf_-gLhQ/s1600/simple1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTrjuU4ArOAa662K31vvBE3EIbj7lIHxIxGS7f28OreANVcShlECra3dHp2rQeAlGpl30VYLQ4_sUULdJ7rpyU7BdEFJMv02C29HTJR6u9vTiIzdZDkQTVRk6gla_L62MZZJoHf_-gLhQ/s400/simple1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionESSIeSUyExA15SWgioR55q0pUPfi9rmrzvryuJFERkhku1zMHdFiOW6YzReNQSBd9mg4nIfhxa1DRuCZrPKww04Rhb1_qvGBXFqDeVtzhY2scQe4sVfptZ5ezyE4SSJFfmpsfKyGqU/s1600/simple4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionESSIeSUyExA15SWgioR55q0pUPfi9rmrzvryuJFERkhku1zMHdFiOW6YzReNQSBd9mg4nIfhxa1DRuCZrPKww04Rhb1_qvGBXFqDeVtzhY2scQe4sVfptZ5ezyE4SSJFfmpsfKyGqU/s400/simple4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">"The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>--Robert Louis Stevenson</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Lately, here at the Barn Swallow our hearts and minds have been drawn to the simple pleasures of life, and of summer here in Albemarle. We thought we'd make a list. If you would care to add to it, please do. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Take time to think about the little things that make you happy. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Clutching your favorite mug with both hands.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Caressing the cornflowers on the side of a dusty back road.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Eyes widening for a flawless stem of Queen Ann's Lace.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The perfect poem read aloud on a starry night.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">A Bob White resuming his call after a thunderstorm.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Eyeing a glass of homemade lemonade as you peel off your garden gloves.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Unwrapping a fresh bar of soap.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Walking out for any reason with a basket on your arm.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><b><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b>Lavender Lemonade</b></span></div></b><div style="text-align: left;">First make a simple syrup.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Boil 1 1/2 cups of sugar with 2 1/2 cups of water. Add 15 to 20 stems of fresh lavender.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Remove from the heat, place a lid on top and let it cool.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Add 2 1/2 cups of water and 2 1/4 cups of fresh lemon juice.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then, strain out the lavender.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Serve with lots of ice, sliced lemon, and a few more sprigs of lavender.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Add honey or more sugar to taste.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Enjoy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i>“</i></span>Our work is meant to be a green work, a greening work, a creative work</i><i>”</i></div></div><div style="text-align: right;">—Hildegard von Bingen, 12th century.</div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>“I am the breeze that nurtures all things green. I encourage blossoms to flourish with ripening fruits. I am the rain coming from the dew that causes the grasses to laugh with the joy of life.”</i></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i></i>—Hildegard von Bingen</div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">In Hildegard’s visions she imagines the whole cosmos laughing with joy and with a mystical, “greening power,” which she called, ‘Viriditas’. She made up a word to express her belief in renewal: whether in nature, or in life, or spirit.</div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Once again, we are reminded that Mother Nature does not shy away from color. In a time of aesthetic minimalism, we must still remember that splashes of color are intended to invigorate us and remind us of all the vibrancy that inhabits the natural world. Come rain. Come shine. Don’t shy from creativity.</div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Don’t shy from renewal. It’s time to dig into the dirt and plant our seeds. If only to remind ourselves that come what may, life returns again and again.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Even in the midst of anxiety, there is peace to be found in the beauty that persists in Nature.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">At the Barn Swallow, we feel it every day.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The bulbs in the garden are beginning to pop out a little. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Being an egg. Being a bulb. Becoming a bird. Becoming a bloom. At long last something new.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div>lottahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04240907332519613605noreply@blogger.com2