HERE, WHERE I AM: MOTHER'S DAY MORNING

HERE, WHERE I AM: MOTHER'S DAY MORNING

Happy Mother's Day to all of those honor and sustain the mother who sustains us, this blue-green planet with her wildflowers and wonders.   Her hungry mouths.  Her many creatures huddled under leaf and brush and creek bed on this rainy Mother's Day morning.

HERE, WHERE I AM: SOLACES

HERE, WHERE I AM: SOLACES

The Great Smoky Mountains Wildflower Pilgrimage renewed body and spirit at the end of April, the one T.S. Eliot called the cruelist month.  Although the rain and hail Thursday morning sounded pretty cruel, the rest of the day was gorgeous, as was the day following.  We all need to get out on the trails here in our mountains and smell the leafmold, search for the fragile and not so fragile plant life that abounds.  Our mountains have been called the vegetation cradle of North America for good reason.   We should let it rock us into solace when we need it.  Or challenge us to action when we need to wake up.