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Starlight, Starbright

Another reblog…

Starlight through the skylight
Moonlight just above the roof
Fireflies flickering flames
Random to our eyes
In a dizzying mercurial display
Flitting to the tune
Of trilling frogs
And the flutter of batwings
I see goblins in the windows
Alone would be terrified
With you here beatified
By the beauty of the silence
Punctuated by the frogs
Spotlighted by the moon
And the sparkling stars
Whose dust makes up
These rented bodies we carry
While inside heartbeats
Tick away our lives
To the beat of a flashing firefly
Or a flickering star.

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Posted by stockdalewolfe | September 9, 2021 | Categories: Abstract Photography, Poetry, Spirituality | Tags: Bats, Fireflies, Landscape Photography, Nature photography, Poetry, Sky photography, Spirituality, Stars | 6 Comments

My Cathedral

Another reblog…

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The wilderness
is my cathedral

The sky

my steeple

The trees

my buttresses

Hay bales

my statuary

Flowers

my stained glass

A babbling brook

my organ

Frogs and toads

my choir

Fields of wildflowers

my incense

Thunder storms

my high mass

A very diverse congregation…

From cows

to snails and turtles

to gazillions
of insects

Deer sometimes come round

Butterflies abound

Moths, too

Birds of every hue

All that’s missing is you

but you worship your own way

doing charity every day

more than I can say

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Posted by stockdalewolfe | August 28, 2021 | Categories: Animal & Landscape Photographs, Animal Columns & Poems, Bipolar art, Macro Photography, Meditation, Music of Nature, Nature Photography, Spirituality, Uncategorized | Tags: Bipolar Disorder, Landscape Photography, Nature photography, Poetry, Spirituality | 3 Comments

Eyes to Eternity

Forgive me for reblogging this. I have zero creativity these days, fear of the pandemic and all, but I still have the feelings expressed here, if anything, even more intensely now in a marriage that is almost 32 years old. So I am posting this again..

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At age 35 I found someone who was more afraid of closeness than I was. I understood him almost from day one. This understanding came out of years of therapy that followed my breakdown at age 28. Before the breakdown, I didn’t know that I was depressed. Before the breakdown, I didn’t know that my failed relationships were due to my fear of closeness. Before the breakdown, I didn’t know I was Bipolar. I learned a lot of things in therapy that helped to change the direction of my life.

And then one day Thomas walked into the library where I had been working for 10 years. He got a job as a library assistant. He was a graduate student and wanted to work part-time. I took the first steps towards asking him out because it was obvious he never would. I had learned a thing or two after a stint…

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Posted by stockdalewolfe | August 22, 2021 | Categories: Asperger's and Love, Spirituality | Tags: Asperger's and love, Asperger's marriage, Bipolar Love, Love, Love and marriage, Spirituality | Leave a comment

Informal art show

An informal art show of photographs and photographs of original paintings before they go as a donation hopefully.

Posted by stockdalewolfe | July 31, 2021 | Categories: Abstract Paintings, Abstract Photography, Abstract watercolors, Animal & Landscape Photographs, Black and White Photography, Landscape paintings, Light Photography, Nature Photography, Paintings | Tags: Abstract Photography, Exhibitions, Landscape Photography, Light Photography, Nature photography, Paintings | 4 Comments

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Computer Art: Experiment no. 2

Posted by stockdalewolfe | June 20, 2021 | Categories: Abstract Paintings, Bipolar art, Computer art | 2 Comments

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Computer art: Experiment no. 1

Posted by stockdalewolfe | June 15, 2021 | Categories: Abstract Paintings, Computer art, Experimental art | Tags: Abstract watercolors, Computer art | 7 Comments

Ode to a One-Eyed Dog

You open our eyes to the Infinite

with your soft-brown, one-eyed stare,

your gentle, pink-tongued kisses

and your deep, dark, velvet ways.

You open our hearts to Eternal Love,

joining in our displays of affection,

cringing at discord in dire dejection,

Oh, Love-Dog with a failing heart!

You work your love-magic on all you meet

with a willful wag of your toy-like tail

Soothing us in sorrow and defeat

with the soulful “ear” of your only eye.

In your own pain, you comforted us.

Losing Dad, you licked Mom’s tears.

When Mom died you brought us back

from the shrieking world of grief and fears.

And you are getting old, as I lie sick in bed,

my nose nuzzling your greying head,

inhaling your sweet doggie scent,

I feel the fragile flutter of your tender heart.

Lulled by the hum of your delectable delight,

warmed by your love, touched by your joy,

filled with awe at each breath you take,

I see in you God’s mystery of life.

Posted by stockdalewolfe | April 21, 2021 | Categories: Animal Columns & Poems, Asperger's and Love, Uncategorized | Tags: Animal companions, Animal poetry, Animal spirits, Bipolar poetry, Emotion in Dogs | 5 Comments

Divine Romance

Our third decade together. And the love grows deeper against a background of eventual, inevitable loss. A loss more unimaginable than one’s own demise.

I look deeply into your eyes, my eyes linger, falling into your blue orbs, while you, in turn, delight in my gaze, going far beyond the polite looks people use in everyday conversations. We pause too long. I fall into the abyss of your sky blues and feel reverence. Reverence for your happy spirit, infectious mood.

It is not the Eros of our first decade that waned in the second and all but disappeared in the third. Attraction, yes, but of a different nature. Attraction of the heart, the soul, the spirit. We bring each other to pure joy, bliss, a sharing of spirit. We give each other a taste of oneness with all.

Posted by stockdalewolfe | March 27, 2021 | Categories: Asperger's & Autism, Bipolar Disorder, Love in the Elderly, Uncategorized | Tags: Asperger's and love, Asperger's marriage, Bipolar Disorder and marriage, Love, Love and age, Love and Spirituality, Love in the Elderly, Mentall illness in marriage, Spirituality | 8 Comments

Turtle Tears

It is before dawn on a moonlit night. The moon has swept the trees and grass in silver. I await the sun. The moon woke me to whisper about the silent beauty of the predawn hours. The yard is white magic and I imagine a monarch butterfly now sleeping, awaken to find a turtle so it can drink its tears. Monarch butterflies drink turtle tears. Why are the turtles crying? They cry for the ailing earth. They cry for those who suffer. They cry for the dying. They cry for those striving to become one with all. They cry for the sap in the trees flowing. They cry for the animals who are constantly on guard for their lives. They cry for the bird egg which will not ever hatch. They cry for the dying stars in an ever expanding universe. They cry for the unawareness of the high and mighty. Turtle tears are like diamonds sparkling in candlelight, like rain drops on a drooping Lily of the Valley. Come now to drink my tears, dear Monarch. Your beauty gladdens my heart. Your heart drops manna from the heavens into my soul. Come now, dear Monarch. Come lick the dew drops in my eyes.

Posted by stockdalewolfe | March 16, 2021 | Categories: Animal Columns & Poems, Meditation, Poetry, Spirituality, Uncategorized | Tags: Monarch butterflies, Moonlight, Mysticism in nature, Stars, Tears, Turtles | 7 Comments

Tears for America

Valarie Kaur of the Revolutionary Love Project talks for 7 and a half minutes about the rage and indignation we feel in the face of the domestic terrorism attack on the Capitol on Wednesday January 6th, 2021. She tells us how to channel the rage and indignation and powerlessness we feel. And she ends with a short Sikh prayer song.