Matthew’s Blog

How cool! My mom sent me a link to this site. A charming display of one of natures more obscure and beautiful creations, the birth of a hummingbird. There are five pages in all so make sure to click on the (next page) at the bottom.
Humming Bird Nest

How often to do you listen to what your body is telling you about going to bed? waking up? Take a rest? Get outside? Look Up?

Last evening I was watching a movie and found myself super uncomfortable and all I wanted to do was go to bed. How often do I feel this and just ignor it? Watch the end of the movie? see the end of the show?

Well last night I listened and went to bed at 10. This morning at 5:45 the crickets were chirping, the geese were far off honking, and I knew I had to get up.

The lake was placid. Not a ripple. Seemed for a while I was the only one out around the lake. The lake was waking up. What an awesome thing to watch. Kind of like watching a child wake up but on a grand scale.

It was very remeniscent of BSA Camp Oljato where I spent 7? consecutive summers as a youth. We had this program called Sunrise Service that was held before sunrise on the top of the granite hillside overlooking Huntington Lake to the East and we would listen to guitar and rub our eyes to watch the sun peek its rays and then its head over the Sierra Nevada and bring forth the new day. One of the most magical experiences of my life.

What if you go for a walk today and go the other way? You know, the way that you don’t usually go.

What if you spend your walk instead of looking forward, to the left or to the right but rather to the sky? Gaze into to the underbelly of the leaves of the trees, the magestic towers that keep the earth cool. The Clouds, the birds, the planes.

You might find yourself surprised.
You might find new birds and trees.
You might be amazed by the multitude of colors.
You might find that bird that has been chatting at you for years.
You might find a symphony of sounds that you never noticed.

In my walk this morning I found a birch in full symphony.

Happy walker

After 21 days of rain in May I was beginning to think someone had moved me back to Tacoma without telling me. I discovered something this morning that the rain had concealed from me. The sun, my trusty celestal wake up alarm, has been rising a lot earlier these days. Lo and behold was I surprised to find at 4:30 this morning to find daylight peaking around the room. A warm muggy night had turned into this soft breeze, birds chirping and morning glow.

4:30 is early even for me. But I had wandered out to the florida room (don’t ask me?) and lay down on the couch to smell the Spring air, and let the breeze wash over me. And take a snooze.

6:30 is all it lasted until I had to get up and go for my morning revival walk around the lake. The Peonies (giant blooming flowers and extremely fragrant which are a new thing for me) were starting to bloom. Cardinals and robins zooming about. Lean muscular urban rabbits darting across the path (more than enough green things to eat these days).

AND the pinnacle being a floatilla of ducklings with their mother.

I want to feel good
I want to feel god
I am feeling good
AND I am feeling god

Be well

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Ladybugs came to the ladybug picnic

On my joyful jaunt around "my" lake today I ran across a ladybug picnic. A gaggle of women who had awakened probably before the crack of dawn (which is 5:30 these days) to have a coffee/breakfast social on a pier on "our" lake.

Sitting on the ledge as I passed was this two foot tall ladybug.

They were joyful and playful and I asked if they were having a "Ladybug Picnic" - and they said "Why sure!"

What a way to start the morning.

Memorial Day Weekend in the Twin Cities is soggy, very soggy. We had a break of sun and glow so I sauntered out on a trek around the lakes.

Lo and behold I saw a loon - my feathered mascot - bobbing for fish. I love these birds. I had thought that they had all migrated north since I haven’t seen one since I got back from gunflint. Perhaps the rain drove away enough people for it to come out an play.

A duck, a cat, and a squirrel - sounds like a great start to a classic joke - doesn’t it? I don’t know what the joke is/was, but it certainly was bizarre perhaps foretelling.

Today on my morning walk I observed two mallard ducks who seemed to be seriously lost. After giving directions to the nearby watering holes I went about my business of my walk to Dunn Bros.

Well, on my return trip, whom do I run across, but the very same ducks (at least I think they were the same), well, one at least, seeming to have a pow-wow with a beautiful all white cat and squirrel of excellent specimen. Very bizarre indeed. All quiet un-disturbed by the situation and seemingly totally ambivolent about my presence as well.

I kept trying to come up with a joke, but found none. However, I did have a flash, that this is kind of like the Muppet Show - an odd assortment of fine acts . . .

Kermit and the Muppet Show have been on going themes this week as I realize that Kermit has become my new totem. No longer the tadpole. Now the showman, the stage manager, the collector of vast talents to bring the greatest show on earth. What that show is - I have no idea, but I do find it intriguing the response I received from the trio - Everything is just as it should be. Were they waiting for Kermit? Quack, MEow, Squeek, Hello