GypsyMuser

When I headed out Saturday for a hike, it was a pre-designated data gathering day, volunteering for MeadoWatch. Because of that, it was not going to be a speed hiking day…not that it was going to be anyway, since lately I find myself to be a tad bit out of shape. Moreover, the nature and intent of my hikes has been changing slowly over time.

When I started out hiking, I had grand designs. I was going to hike every trail in Mt. Rainier National Park. I was going to train hard and attempt to summit. The first year, I was proud of myself because I hiked every single week at the mountain, from April through October, rain, shine, or swirling snow… Continue Reading

If you find yourself in the path of a boulder as it barrels down the side of a mountain, and you are unable to get out of the way, brace for impact. If the impact does not snap you in half, absorb the impact, then pause. You have choices: succumb, or thrive. Try to choose thrive. Continue to grow. Put down deeper roots, so that you have the strength to support the boulder as it leans into you. Push back. Grow taller, and keep seeking the light above, in spite of the weight at your base. Know that the boulder will always be a boulder, and it cannot change. Embrace and cradle the boulder, let the memory of the impact become part of your grain. Make it a part of you, your environment, your being. Be at peace with its presence. It will shape you, and that shape will change over time. Others will see the boulder, and may fear it, but your strength will calm them, and they will respect you. You may be bowed and scarred, but you can also be strong, graceful, beautiful, alive and thriving.

For three weeks this past spring, I had the thrill of watching a mother Anna’s hummingbird as she laid a pair of eggs just outside my front door, and then incubated and tended the tiny pair until they fledged. We had seen her hovering about for several days, watching us carefully. On Mother’s Day, she finally alighted on her nest, which had been under construction right in plain sight the whole time, but we had not seen it. Much to the consternation and growing annoyance of my family, I spent a good part of each day for the next few weeks crouched in our tram, hidden beneath a green blanket, with my cell phone and a borrowed selfie-stick duct-taped to the side of the tram. My comings and goings during that time induced no more than blinking in the mother and baby hummers. On Day 16, however, throughout the morning and afternoon, I noticed a distinct difference… Continue Reading

I know, blah, blah, blah blog. When I use the word “blog”, my teenage son practically falls down laughing. So henceforth, I shall use the word “website”. That sounds…less…hmmm, not sure.
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Susan Berry