PHOTO & QUOTE FOR THE WEEK

 Monarch Butterfly

Beyond living and dreaming

there is something more important;

waking up.

-Antonio Machada

I'M SO BUMMED!

Imperial Moth Larva

While mowing part of the backyard tonight I must have run over this wonderful caterpillar specimen! I'm so bummed. On my second pass, I noticed the big, fat body in the grass and hit the breaks. Unfortunately, it was smashed a bit into the ground and no longer alive. I must have done the dastardly deed on the first go around.

Approximately 3-3.5 inches long. Common host plants are oaks, sweetgum, sycamore, elm, hickories, walnut, maple, basswood, honeylocust, pines, red cedar, and bald cypress. I found it under a ginko tree, but near a bald cypress, sweetgum and pine tree.

The last abdominal segment bears conspicuous yellow and black triangular plates. I'm not sure what they are for but they are funky!

The Adult Imperial Moth
Gorgeous!

I TOOK A WALK TODAY...

Though the prairie is gloriously in bloom right now and will be for the next several months, I felt like heading up into the woods today. Maybe, in this oppressive heat, it was thinking about all that shade under the dense canopy of oaks, beech and maples. Maybe it was the rattlesnake plantain I thought might be in bloom by now. Or maybe it was a gracious, divine prompting, leading me straight to two new discoveries on the property!

As soon as I crossed the pine entrance into the woods, all was a calm, drastic change from the fluttering , hopping and whizzing of things in the prairie. Except for the cicadas hidden and droning in the trees, there seemed to be nothing going on. No longer was it the place I kept coming to in the spring to spot colorful yellow-throated vireos or scarlet tanagers high overhead. Today, all things interesting and beautiful were to be found on the floor of the forest…and almost missed!

 

Rattlesnake Plantain

The first time I checked on the rattlesnake plantain, one of the 7 orchid species native to Ohio, was in the spring. A small, perennial cluster was just emerging at the base of a tree off the path leading to a place we call, The Woodland Cathedral, and they leaf spread was no more than several inches in diameter. Unfortunately, it didn’t look that much different a few months later. And many of them looked like they had been stepped on, perhaps by deer or some other animal. In fact, I couldn’t find them at first they were so insignificant, but that looking is what lead me to my next exciting find…Indian Pipes! 

Fungi, such as the whitish Indian Pipe, are interesting because they do not use chlorophyll to create nutrients through photosynthesis. They feed off of the nutrients created by decaying organic matter.  Plants like these used to be called saprophytes...but are actually no longer considered plants and have been given the name saprobes.  I also discovered the dried remains of Sqauw Root, another important decomposer…and another “first” for the Prairie Pond Woods species list!

 

Hard to see but it's dried up Squaw root

 

From there I was hooked on a quest to see what else might be erupting from the leaf litter…so on I went. Below is a gallery of the phungi photos I took around dusk!

This was quite interesting...

Very ethereal

 

Turkey tails

Box Turtles love fungi!

The underside...kind of reminds me of coral

I TOOK A WALK TODAY...

…in the prairie at Prairie Pond Woods, where the butterflies this year are indescribably abundant! Even when I walk out onto the front porch or into the garage, they flutter up from the floor like swarming flies. 

The two butterfly bushes flanking the back deck are consistently dripping with 15-20 tiger, zebra, and black swallowtails, frittilaries and skippers in each. Every time I take a photograph, I’m disappointed because there is no way to capture them all nectaring and flitting about. 

And the prairie looks like a major air show with butterflies, dragonflies, damselflies and bees darting from flower cluster to flower spike and back again. This season is dominated by Tiger Swallowtails According to my phenology journal, last year it was Monarchs…at least at Prairie Pond Woods. And earlier this summer it was Mourning Cloaks, one of my favorite butterflies with their black, yellow and blue coloration.

Many species of butterflies will continue on into the early fall, and some even in to the late fall, so there is plenty of time to see this amazing display. There are still 3 women’s retreats scheduled for 2010, one in September, October and November. 

And don’t forget...Prairie Pond Woods is available for individuals and couples for reflective or creative retreats. Book all 27 acres for a day, a weekend or a week! 

Summer Flower Photos

Above - Tall Larkspur and Shrubby Cinquefoil

Wild Bergamot

Rose Pink

Black Swallowtail on Tall Larkspur

Eruption

Slender Ladies Tresses

 

Green Milkweed

PRIESTHOODS

Recently, I ran across an Orion magazine that contained the article which finally convinced me at the age of 45 to go back to college to become an interpretive naturalist. Robert Michael Pyle, with whom I later took a nature journaling workshop in the Berkshires, wrote it. I believe it was the first magazine I received after sending in my subscription. There were lots of synergies there.

The article entitled, The Rise and Fall of Natural History, was about how we have lost our appetite for nature experience and, by consequence, our sense of wonder. This decline in curiosity and understanding about all things natural has been gradual since the elevation of the hard sciences in the late 1800’s, and ramped up after WWII, when technology and chemistry became our friends, and we moved to our sub-urban plots between the cities and farms (I’d say “wonder” took another hit after the computer chip became part of our everyday experience). It was at this point in the article that made me want to discover and teach this forgotten knowledge about our world, which ultimately leads to understanding and connection with our world.

But something new struck me when I read it again, after completing the degree and working in the field as an interpretative naturalist. Something I hadn’t previously noticed and highlighted. Pyle referred to a “tiny priesthood who know small parts of nature very well, and a massive population who know next to nothing about the whole, and not even the names of their neighbors.”

I realized that this was how I had felt for a long time, like a priestess. Everyday I sense that my mission is to do exactly what the priests of the O.T. did…to use the small parts of nature that I know very well, like their small knowledge of God…to connect people to their Creator and the Creation. Only my tabernacle is not the one built by human hands and adorned with painted and carved representations of flora and fauna. Mine is the original tabernacle God alone created. This does not mean I worship Nature as God, a serious rumor perpetrated by so many conservative Christians about their lesser conservative brethren.

I recently ran across a nature blog written by a Christian, excited that perhaps I had found a kindred spirit. Unfortunately, not so. One of her first statements was, “Jesus never told us to have a heart for the planet. Jesus had a heart for the poor. Throughout the New Testament, we are told repeatedly to take care of the poor and needy.” She went on to say that those who focus on saving the earth are worshipers of the Creation, not the Creator. I find this to be a huge disconnect. Where does she think food for the poor comes from – a grocery store that God reshelves every night when we’re in bed? People are poor for many reasons…and some of them are directly connected to the degradation of the land, the lack of resources, wars over resources or corporations denying those resources to indigenous people.

I think it is just as noble to try to redeem the systems that create and sustain poverty, as it is to feed them for a day by writing a check, which is, let’s face it, what the majority of people do. The most exciting, fruitful and God-honoring missionaries to any country, including our own, are those teaching “the poor and needy” to live sustainably on the land, build community and be empowered by the Love of God to say, No, to the injustices in their villages, cities and countries.

There is no fear in connecting the created world with God, even on a large scale. We don’t have to be suspicious and afraid of mixing the two. One is the Artist and the other the art, and it is not necessary to disassociate the one from the other. I think most people relate more to the Creator-God than the God of Abraham or Israel, because most people are not Jews. But we are lovers of hills, and sparrows, and grapevines, things that David and Jesus obviously loved as well, and referred to as they worshiped and taught us truth. And I’m not sure Jesus didn’t have a heart for the planet. In the oft-used John 3:16 verse, “For God so loved the world, he gave…,” the Greek word for world, cosmos, means “an orderly arrangement, i.e. decoration.” That doesn’t sound like just people to me…that sounds like the whole kit and caboodle.

Secular environmentalists must see themselves as a priesthood, also. They do their best to connect people to the only life-giving thing they know, which is the earth. And indeed, earth is the vehicle God designed to feed us through the soil, give us air through plants, and sustain our other biological, as well as spiritual, needs. I must give them credit for trying to evangelize a world, whose quality of life they believe now and for the future of all children will diminish as the earth continues to be used up and abused. They may understand the description of Jesus as a "man of sorrows" more than many Christians do.

But they are doing what they can, born of a set of values that really aren’t that far off from our own…or at least shouldn’t be. The common ground here is that we are a species who fall short of the glory of God in who we are, how we are, and what we do. Environmentalist will readily concede that WE are the problem because of our hubris, greed, autonomy and ignorance. But I find it ironic that in many conservative Christian circles I would be hard-pressed to get anyone to admit (let alone, repent) that it is our sinful doings that have plunged us into a world where the very gifts God gave have been, and are being, destroyed, polluted and used up at an alarming rate.

“No, it is just another cyclical Ice Age,” they say in response to climate change. “Been there, done that, watched the Disney movie.” And this conclusion, and subsequent inaction, does what for the Kingdom of God…? Does anyone else find this ironic? We say we have fallen short in our relationship with ourselves (self-indulgent), in our relationship with others (selfish) and in our relationship with God (self-centered), but somehow we’re exempt in our relationship to the planet. Nope, here we want our not-so-fair share of oil, our Chinese imports, our AC set at 70 degrees, our cheap food and our foreign dominance because we’re Americans, and America is the most self-less nation on the planet…blessed by the Man above.

But in contrast to that weak view of our culpability, we have a rare opportunity here to agree with our fellow humans, who happen to be scientists, conservationists, ecologists, and, dare I say it, evolutionists, and collectively testify, “Yes, we have blown it” (Can I get an “Amen?)!! Imagine what these same folks would do if we, as the Body of Christ, humbled ourselves and agreed that it is our human ways that have lead to the extinction of species, the obliteration of cultures, the global injustices caused by our oppressions and consumption…our ignorance? Can you imagine how open their hearts and minds might be, as we then go on to tell them why humans do these things, and how a loving God has taken the form of a servant in Jesus and became a humble sacrifice for our sinful ways…ways that are out of synch with nature…out of synch with the Creator-God.

But best of all, can you imagine how quickly God would “heal the land and all its inhabitants,” if Christians set out to be co-redeemers of the cosmos, which Jesus loved and died for? And can you imagine what would happen if the “Christian Right” set aside their agendas and became the meek that Jesus said would inherit the earth? Why, it would be akin to the “Liberal Left” declaring they changed their hearts and now see abortion as immoral! We would respect and welcome that change of heart towards Life, wouldn’t we?

And ultimately isn’t this what both priesthoods are talking about - Life. One group of us talks of it in spiritual and eternal terms; Abundant, the Way, the Truth and the Life. The other talks of Life in biological and sustainable terms; good air, clean water and healthy soil. Both are needed and both are true. Why should we fight about them, especially if they are for our good? Especially when God declared that they are good!

But the battle between evolutionists and creationists wages…but is it for the right thing? Most evangelicals see evolutionary theory as an affront to God, and come out swinging, like Peter cutting off the ear of the arresting soldier. But what was Jesus’ response? Put it away. Those who live by the sword, die by the sword. Then he goes on to explain that this is not a surprise and that, “Thanks, but he can handle this situation.” I don’t think God is offended or angry at people just trying to save the very things given to us to sustain us. Jesus was only aggressive and harsh towards those who used and abused, and whose arrogance far surpassed their heart’s spiritual enlightenment…namely the religious leaders. We need some of that confident humility now.

So, shouldn’t we, as imitators of Jesus, be the first to take the steps toward reconciliation with those who love the handiwork of God, but just don’t give credit where we think credit is due? They are just doing what we would be doing, if God had not stepped in to our lives and transferred us to another Kingdom. Their bent, like ours was, is to turn away from God (or maybe just Christians). It is part of our collective DNA. Let’s not forget that.

And let’s purpose to be about God’s Kingdom business of redeeming souls AND evil systems, restoring the earth, and reconciling with those whose positions are different than ours, and whom we might have offended.

NEVER JUDGE A STORM BY ITS CLOUDS

About 4 pm this past Friday at Prairie Pond Woods, I walked outside to do a bit of bird watching for my breeding bird survey.  After roaming around to the front yard to see what was perched in the Big Walnut, I turned to go back around and spotted this dynamic storm front headed my way from the north.  This thing had layers upon layers of wispy, bulbous, solid, dark and light cloud formations, and they were moving fast in all directions!  

"This does not look good" I thought to myself, and wondered if these were the right conditions for a tornado to develop. But I am a sucker for thunderstorms, so I ran inside for my camera just as small drops of rain began to fall.  I kept tracking through the house from front porch to back deck to watch it gain momentum. 

   

 What happened though surprised me.  There was no momentum.  No thunder blasted in the distance.  No lightening spread across the sky. The dark clouds just shifted, morphed and jetted across the sky letting go of a lovely, light shower that watered the parched earth.  "Hmmmm," I thought, "this is a lesson in life."  I was ready to head for the basement and start praying.  Sometimes I can react to people or situations like that...with fear or avoidance...instead of embracing it and letting it transform me.

The next morning the air was clear, cool and more breathable than it had been in weeks.  Everything along the Refresher Course seemed to have a quenched peace and glowed with droplets of the life-giving rain.  The calm after the storm.  

It reminded me of how I feel after a good cry... 

CORNERSTONE 2010

Craig and I spent 3 wonderfully challenging days at Cornerstone Festival this week, amidst people young and old covered in tattoos and piercings, listening to great music (and some not so great IMO), hearing people's stories and being joyfully spurred on to follow in the footsteps of Jesus...who himself was a bit of a fringe-dweller. We almost didn't go because of other stressful things going on, but Craig decided he didn't want his first decision, after turning 50, to be NOT going to a music festival! This is our second year and I think we are hooked in to coming back as often as we can to be a bit shocked...and rocked.

There are hundreds of bands that play Cornerstone but the one I went back to listen to 3 times was an up-and-coming band named Photoside Cafe'. While I think their lyrics could use a bit more poetry and sophistication...musically they were incredible. In fact, I ran into the drummer at the Over The Rhine concert and told him that after hearing them for the first time, I described it as, "experiencing a really cool thunderstorm." Each of them was so skilled, I think I could have been entertained by just the drummer or the base player...but their sum was even great than their parts. He was modestly grateful, and told me he grew up near there and had been coming to Cornerstone since he was 3 years old, so playing the Main Stage on Friday night was quite a thrill for him. It was nice to see someone's dreams coming true. I hope they are successfully recognized for their creative talents.

The speaker that most impacted me and set my mind in motion was Johnathon Wilson-Hartgrove, a man from Durham SC who has written a book called, God's Economy, which we ended up buying after the 3-day seminar. He was saying some pretty hard things for most of us white, middle class Christians to hear, but he had such a free and kind spirit about him that it was actually easy to hear. There was no condemnation in him at all when people raised doubts or disagreements. He is obviously one of those rare Christians who are able to let people be where they are on their journey of growing up in Christ and trust the Holy Spirit to bring them into all truth. To be challenged and refreshed at the same time...what more could you ask for?


He is also one of the New Monastics, a term I finally discovered for what I have recently been reading about (and somewhat lived out in the late 70's), and had been seeing again so clearly within many of the groups at Cornerstone. It is exciting because I think we are on the brink of some huge economic, social and theological change...what Phylliss Tickle calls "The Great Emergence"...that seems to happen every 500 years or so. I won't see the end of it...but I hope I'm part of it!

I am an avid note-taker at events like this, but not really a very good one. When it is all said and done, I find that I haven't really written down the meat of the topic...just key phrases or concepts that I find interesting or are outside my own thoughts. Below are some of these phrases, quotes, jots and tittles, etc taken from my notebook:

"What the culture gives us isn't really what we're made for"

"Jesus doesn't offer the another economic system or "-ism" (capitalism, socialism, communism, etc), because all of them are broken. He just asks us to slip the reality of the Kingdom into the cracks of our world and let it take over like yeast. "

"Blessed are the Poor in Spirit...those who know that the world is broken and long for more."

"When someone asks you for something - it is an invitation into relationship."

"If your church disappeared tomorrow...would the neighborhood notice...would they care?

"If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor." - D. Tutu

"Everyone is looking for places that are OK to not be OK."

"We cannot end extreme poverty unless we end extreme wealth."

"Love your ecological neighbor...the one living downstream...as yourself"

And on and on.........

Anyone else ever been to Cornerstone? Would love to hear about your experience...if I can still hear!

SUMMER REFLECTIVE DAY RETREAT

While waiting for six women to arrive at Prairie Pond Woods this past Saturday for the Summer Reflective Retreat, I watched the sky blacken and the clouds move rapidly from the south and thought, "OK...I've never had a retreat rained out like this before...what is Plan B going to be?"  On top of this...the meteorolo-jests (as I've come to affectionately call them) were forecasting 92 degrees by the afternoon and high humidity! 

But the wind calmed a bit and it looked like the clouds were going to go right on by, until we were all finally gathered on the front porch for introductions and a poetry reading, then the clouds let go.  But with an ever so gentle shower.  I asked the ladies if they were game.  They were.  So we headed out!  I nicknamed them The Fritillary Group, because those were the only butterflies that braved the rain to nectar on butterflyweed or flutter about exploring the scent on the wind.  

And not only did the rain not deter these women, neither did the heat!  After lunch, most of them packed up their journals and water bottles and headed off to their favorite spots, picked out during our morning walk.  I was more than impressed!  

Later in the afternoon, when even the Fence Lizards were lounging in cooler micro-climates, we crafted Prayer Cards, sharing from our hearts why we chose these people or situations to pray for.  Spiritual connections were made.  New friends were made.  And the day ended all too soon.

THE UNDERAPPRECIATED MULBERRY

I have several large mulberry trees in my backyard, which the birds are gracious enough to share with me...but only if I stick to the lower branches. And because the birds love them so much...I find little mulberry saplings just about everywhere. Maybe that is why whenever I try to give one away to friends, NO one ever wants one... Or maybe it is the lovely purple stains they can leave on your hands, feet and lawnmower.

But this seems like a small price to pay for all the benefits the native white mulberry (morus alba) gives back. The fruit tree is an Ohio native, so it is well adapted to our soil, light and moisture levels, which translated means, you don't have to fuss with it! It produces a huge amount of berries for eating or baking and which are quite good for you. Plus, the trees grow very quickly, so once you transplant it...it is not long before you will enjoy the "fruit" of your labor.

Mulberries are an excellent source of vitamin B, vitamin C, vitamin K and iron. They are also a good source of dietary fiber, riboflavin, phosphorus, magnesium and potassium. Resveratrol, an antioxidant found in red grapes and red wine, is abundant in mulberries and has been heavily publicized for its positive health benefits. These benefits include lowering cholesterol, preventing cancer, blood clots, diabetes and aiding in weight loss. Who knew something that healthy could be so easily and readily available in our own backyards?

When the berries are ripe I pick them, wash them and lay them on a cookie sheet to freeze. Then I transfer them to a container for freezing and eat them all year. The berries make a good mulberry crisp or cobbler. You can add them to smoothies. Or you can just pop them in your mouth...and yes you might have to tolerate some tasteless, harmless stem pieces. Don't be so finicky...:)

Then there is the benefit to wildlife. I usually get a flock of cedar waxwings each year enjoying the sweet resource. And just the other day, as I was standing underneath some lower branches, a female Baltimore Oriole landed about 4 feet away from me and had herself an energy snack, which she needs while raising her young somewhere nearby.

I'm befuddled that this wonderful fruit tree is not more ubiquitous and highly esteemed for cultivation. But like many other native plants, it has gotten overshadowed by exotic ones and virtually lost in the landscaping and plant industry. It needs no pesticides or fungicides unlike many other fruit trees people try to grow. It just stands in the sun and gives up its ripe, juicy, sweet berries to anyone or any thing that wants them...for free.

Let me know if you are interested. Next time I run across a little sapling, I'll give you a call!