I’ve been driven to the light lately. You can find me winding my way up the East bench in the evenings; to get closer to the sky, to catch some of that gold for myself, to see the West bench rise foot by foot to unabashedly meet my gaze. I see the way the sun stumbles towards the distant sea, magnanimously, giving up the sky to the silence of the moon and stars. I see the way the last ribbons of day stream down through the softness of the Portneuf Valley peaks — tributaries of a greater whole. I see these things and I wonder why can’t we all move through life as directly and flawlessly as light.
Golden hour is romantic. I am in danger of forgetting the nature of light which is as two sided as any human. It is gentle now, here under the nearing of night, beneath the weak sky of winter, but I have felt it burn. I have seen it crack stone in two. Is there anything, here on Earth, that is pure, unerring strength? Is there anything free of the blessing and curse of power and weakness? Must we all be such a wild blend?
In the evening light, there is the precious moment when the sagebrush and bunch grasses are set afire, gently at first, more raucous by the moment, until all things are stained by day, light bearing, gleaming, luminous with the sacraments of dust and crumbling starlight.
If this ancient light is this bright, how much brighter is new light? How could anyone stand to look into the childish face of a star?
I open my vest, unbutton the top of my cardigan and denim shirt; I expose the pale place in the center of my chest that ripples with sinew and bone when I make my arms into wings. I stand like that, with my face skyward, and I feel the light move in chattering runnels into the center of me, the most awake part of me. I stand like that, with the wind in my face, with the final warmth of day pooling like a trustworthy foundation at my feet, purring like a cat. I stand like that until my fingers turn cold, the sun flares, the light twitches, fades, crumples and the day plunges away.
These words…yes.yes.
Magic.
Needing the LIGHT too, so badly.
All my love!
I’ve been seeking the sun like never before. Perhaps it is this mild winter – 60 degrees and sunny – that draws me out. It feels like a spectacular gift – though the winters of snow are divine and incomparable to other seasons – this winter is so unusual… like it has not happened before and it won’t happen again. But then isn’t every moment of life like that?
Christopher and I just went to see Neil deGrasse Tyson last night. I’ve been spending so much time with my night sky lately, and that show just makes me ponder stardust evermore.
xx
Beautiful.
absolute poetry.
january teases us with a bit more light each day, just a little more heat in the sunlight than the day before….
Yours is hands down my favorite blog on the internet. I love that the light is your guide and how the light seeps in to your heart space. I feel this way down by the river at sunset or out on a hike in flat winter light too- probably more times than those, but those are most recent. Your words and pictures inspire me in many ways. Thank you!! (Oh, and I bought some of the British racing green polish and am looking forward to taking it for a whirl!! )
Hello Lovely!
oh you have been up to amazing things I see…but of course
I love the gold capturing you are partaking in…your heart thanks you too ; )
you are alive and abundance is all around you
it is a wonderful story you weave
thank you
as always
for sharing that here
love and light sister
it is good to “see” you
ps and because of your love for The Hobbit you may want to see the place of magic and wonder I visited http://loveandlight-cat.blogspot.ca/2015/01/ode-to-december.html…come by and take a peek…a Hobbit Home you will see…..
Beautiful! Thank you.
Words of light, of truth, of beauty. Thank you so much.
Beautiful… we had temps in the 70s and 80s for the last 10 days or so, and now it’s getting colder again… I’m enjoying winter this year more than ever before, so I’m hoping for more snow, even though the warm days were a wonderful gift.
Great blog – Do not add many to my blog but this is one – it is all about the freedom of life.
Tavarua – The Traveler
I love the leaping photo and prefer nouns over adverbs and adjectives. Two-sided we are, brave you definitely are Ms. Plum-Plume…thank you….
Your words often make me inhale and breathe more slowly. And those images are just what they depict – gold! Thank you for sharing your gift to uniquely capture such beauty.
Well, I just found your blog about 3 days ago thanks to Elizabeth of Squam. I LOVE your blog, your life, your goals, your values. I am old enough to be your mom, but you live the life I wish I had lived in my younger years and maybe, just maybe, will get to live in my older years. I admire how you and Rob take life as it comes and go with the flow. Your jewelry is amazing and I personally plan on snagging something, anything, out of your Etsy shop just as soon as you restock it. I am the girl that tweeted about seeing a car with a Saskatchewan license plate in my little, small, rural town in Virginia. I am reading your blog from beginning to present and am up to June 2010, but I have to check for present day just to make sure you haven’t put anything in your Etsy shop. Keep on keepin on and you and Rob continue doing what you do best, living life to the fullest and grasping all the beautiful, little, simple things that life places right in front of us!!!!
xxoo
Debbie
Wow! I climb into all the frames and feel joy.
xo