Today was one of those days where only the purity of nature could rescue my mood. When my mind dwells on dark thoughts, going for a hike forces me to be aware and alert to beauty and peace. How grateful I am to be able to walk out my door and follow a path into the woods of my own backyard! This stump beckoned me to just sit and listen awhile. Then I got out my High Spirits pocket flute and let my experience of place direct my fingers to a melody. Taking some deep breaths, I looked back on the trail I had come up, then ahead to where I might find mushrooms for dyeing. It rained some days ago and fall is a good time to find fungi. Still enchanting colors and shapes, in this "dead" season. And nourishing moisture awaiting some small, forest creature. Towards the top of the hill, the forest gets denser and wetter. Perhaps this is where I should really start paying attention for mushrooms... Indeed! Blue ones!! My fingers freezing and my backpack full, I stopped gathering 'shrooms and continued the hike to a sacred place just off our property we think of as The Manzanita Grove. Marveled at the beauty, did a little meditation, played a flute song, and headed back home. View to the southwest. The hike back down brought interesting finds, too. Ended my hike with a smile: This scene brought to mind, " You have to be this tall to be a Christmas tree." And now I have eight different mushrooms to experiment with! Happy dyeing!
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Maggie
11/21/2014 01:20:15 am
Inspiring walk with photos that made me feel like I was there. Thank you for letting others go along with you. Now I want to see the fiber you will dye with the mushrooms.
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