I'm glad I can still find new species even after leaving the "carolinian" climate of spring valley in ancaster.

I called my grandmother (she is in spirit) while i walked.  I don't do this very often because frankly it scares me but i needed her today.  She answered.  I could hear her voice inside my head.  Then she came down upon my back in a warm feeling.  I loved her because she loved living.  "I miss your flesh", i said (in my head), "Why am i in this body without you to love me?"  Then i saw a fence row with plants of such colour.  "But you can take this picture", she said, "whereas i cannot".  "You are having a journey in this body", she said.  "Your job is to love like you want to be loved". I asked for her again, lamenting woes past and present and she warmed my back three times.

Walking down our dirt road one morning with my camera, these rays through the clouds gave me a "wow" moment. After about fifteen cars blasted by me on their morning runs, i came into a deeper knowing of my authentic self. My soul loves and craves quiet.  I like the sound of poplar leaves rustling.


In the forest the morning before, the night's rain was still falling in the clear morning sunlight off evergreen branches onto glistening ground. The quiet curtains of rain drifting down through the light cloaked me in myself.  I am this glorious feeling.

I took Nathan for a walk on the rail trail Sept 1st while Winnie was in daycamp.  Very quiet away from traffic. He was excited about the bridge and the shells and rocks down in it.  I always find plants i haven't discovered before along the trail.  A dragonfly swooped in to fly with us on the way to the bridge and on the way back.