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I am a mother, a teacher, and a nature lover. I grew up on a mountain we called Owls' Knob in the Ozarks of Arkansas. The first seven years of my life were spent living in a log cabin, far from a store or streetlight, without electricity or running water and after twenty years of travel, I returned to the abondoned homestead. Now I live on a hill by a small lake and work at a public garden. These are stories about nature written from a women deeply influenced by place.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

May the Moment have your Attention Please?

      At the edge of Walker Park, in a tall pine tree, nests a pair of red-shouldered hawks. They are vocal and call out to the traffic below. Their nest has been built strong and the sounds of chirping babies can be heard coming from within. With heads held high they look out over their kingdom with sharp eyes. Only the starlings are bold enough to forage in the grass below. When they scream out across the park all other birds are silenced. I stare in awe as they groom each other and tend to the nest. People walking by eye me as if I’m a homeless woman praying or cursing at the sky. They must think I’m crazy because they don’t stop and look up or pause to listen. If they did I wonder if they would notice the way the male stands guard with a watchful glare or the way the female tidies the nest just like a housewife. Too often we drive on by, wondering what is wrong with those who have stopped along the shoulder. If only we would take more time to see the details, then we might not miss out of all the beauty.

        What beauty have we passed by today? What beauty did you catch? Share it with me!   


  1. Great post, Roslyn! This is exactly how I feel when I'm standin out staring (not howling) at the moon like last night's or looking at a moth (per my last post). :)

  2. Roslyn, I just had to follow your blog. While I am new to Arkansas, I figure that was just an accident of birth. I should have been born here.

    It was easy to fall in love with the natural state. I can't stop taking pictures of nearly everything I see. Therefore I loved your post. There is beauty all around and I will never tire of enjoying the boundless beauty in my little five acres in the woods.

    I too love Annie Dillard's Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. Her writing with such vivid descriptions are just what I feel as I sit on my front porch watching the birds and other woodland critters.

  3. Wow, thanks a lot! Like the simple things in life, simple posts often leave an grand impression.