I hope your dreamlife contains the whales I’ve seen, that one in the Humboldt current

The Humboldt Current, also known as the Peru Current, is the most productive marine ecosystem in the world, as well as the largest upwelling system, supporting an extraordinary abundance of marine life. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humboldt_Current  Photo: http://yourescapetoecuador.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Humpback-Rainbow-625x380.jpg

Humpback whale “who seemed to watch the seabirds wheeling around her head.”

The Bear

by Jim Harrison

When my propane ran out
when I was gone and the food
thawed in the freezer I grieved
over the five pounds of melted squid,
but then a big gaunt bear arrived
and feasted on the garbage, a few tentacles
left in the grass, purplish white worms.
O bear, now that you’ve tasted the ocean
I hope your dreamlife contains the whales
I’ve seen, that one in the Humboldt current
basking on the surface who seemed to watch
the seabirds wheeling around her head.

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Step out onto the Planet…

The pink slugs, found only on a mountain in Australia,  are "relics" of a time when Australia was joined to much of the world as part of a vast supercontinent known as Gondwana, or Gondwanaland. (The past lives on in the present. Look for it.)

Giant Pink Slugs Found Living On ‘Magical’ Mountain in Australia

Step out onto the Planet.
Draw a circle a hundred feet round.

Inside the circle are
300 things nobody understands, and, maybe
nobody’s ever really seen.

How many can you find?

by Lew Welch

Resilience among foxes…be kind, for they travel a difficult path

"'Dwarf' foxes, saved from extinction, make an incredible recovery:  Not long ago, the future looked bleak for the distinctly diminutive fox species that reside on California's Channel Islands. In the mid-1990s, the island fox's numbers had plummeted from the thousands to, in some cases, just over a dozen -- raising alarms that the species would soon be extinct and prompting them to be classified as a 'critically endangered' species."

The Undeniable Pressure of Existence

by Patricia Fargnoli

I saw the fox running by the side of the road
past the turned-away brick faces of the condominiums
past the Citco gas station with its line of cars and trucks
and he ran, limping, gaunt, matted dull haired
past Jim’s Pizza, past the Wash-O-Mat,
past the Thai Garden, his sides heaving like bellows
and he kept running to where the interstate
crossed the state road and he reached it and he ran on
under the underpass and beyond it past the perfect
rows of split-levels, their identical driveways
their brookless and forestless yards,
and from my moving car, I watched him,
helpless to do anything to help him, certain he was beyond
any aid, any desire to save him, and he ran loping on,
far out of his element, sick, panting, starving,
his eyes fixed on some point ahead of him,
some possible salvation
in all this hopelessness, that only he could see.

“The Undeniable Pressure of Existence” by Patricia Fargnoli, from Duties of the Spirit. © Tupelo Press, 2005. Writer’s Almanac

Resting. At peace.

Friday Video on Saturday: Namibian Nights! Stars!

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/57130400″>Namibian Nights</a> from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/squiver”>Squiver</a&gt; on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

Watch in fullscreen mode! For more information about the Namibian landscape and its spectacular starscape, see Astronomy Picture of the Day: 2013 February 4.

 
There is religion in everything around us,
A calm and holy religion
In the unbreathing things in Nature…
It is written in the arched sky,
It looks out from every star,
It is on the sailing cloud and invisible wind…
It is the poetry of Nature,
It is that which uplifts the spirit within us…
by John Ruskin

the One world and the beautiful white heron

Source: 500px.com via Lunaclare on Pinterest

Poem of the One world

by Mary Oliver

This morning


the beautiful white heron


was floating along above the water

and then into the sky of this


the one world

we all belong to

where everything


sooner or later


is a part of everything else



which thought made me feel

for a little while

quite beautiful myself.

“Poem of the One world” by Mary Oliver, from A Thousand Mornings.