Eagle led me into the woods yesterday after school. Read to the end to see the poem our hike inspired. A forest grows between the golf course and the bike path following reclaimed railroad tracks half mile (1K) from the school. Oak trees, standing and fallen. Those that were horizontal were covered with half moon mushrooms.
We walked a kilometer through the woods and the city disappeared. A sacred quiet descended. I felt uprooted from time. When were we? Were minutes in motion? We arrived in the spiritual home of the mushrooms. Was it once named that way, rather than by the family name of the owner…?
The mushrooms took many different shapes, as they did their work returning nutrients to the soil.
Silent workers, recycling trees, feeding tree children grown into the canopy above.
What is it about the silence of the woods that allows me to hear my thoughts?
¡Olé! –Rebecca
City Eclipse
oak trees standing and fallen
sacred forest quiet
Half moon mushrooms
silent workers returning
nutrients to tree children
embraced by the woods
hear, my thought
leave(s)
–Rebecca Cuningham, 1/19/22
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I had just heard about the forested area by the golf course – fascinating!
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The path is icy at present, but it would be a fun group hike in the summer!
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That is so sensitive in its perception of the beautiful season and time. Lovely pictures. 😍🌳
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Thank you Sandy! I enjoyed writing about our afternoon. For the fungal photo shoot, I liked how it was framed by the snow.
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Yes, they were very special those creams and white were wonderful.😇 In my blog tomorrow I have a fungus I couldn’t see but put the camera underneath to get it as I didn’t want to disturb it. I was surprised at what I saw. I would love you to see it. I wish I was tech savy. Thanks again for sharing such beauty. Lovely post.
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Thanks, Sandy. I look forward to seeing it. When I’m reading your site, I am having trouble finding your most recent blog posts – where are they listed in the menu? Gracias.
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Oh dear I will get Roy to fix that tonight. It should be under January vegetation. A big sorry😞. He is busy helping with the dishes won’t disturb now🤣🤣🤣
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He can pin the latest post to your front p pop age, or Blog can be a category in your main menu. I had to laugh, my husband is the same way, I’m happy he does the dishes! 🙂
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Front page…
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I think it is fixed now . It will be in January vegetation.
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Sounds good, thanks.
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I love your ode to those magnificent fungi. Ones that grow on trees are so statuesque and beautiful, aren’t they, even if we can’t eat them. Well found!
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Thank you, Margaret! I appreciate your compliments very much. I’ve come into a new admiration for fungi in the past two years, from those I’ve observed in the Wisconsin woods.
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What a wonderful experience and poem Rebecca!
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Thank you very much, Kim. If I shut my eyes, the quiet peace of the woods is still with me.
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Reblogged this on The Cheesesellers Wife and commented:
A wonderful poem from Rebecca Cunigham. Enjoy! (Scroll to the end of the post for the poem).
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Thanks, Kim! You are very kind. I appreciate it very much.
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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A remarkable perspective of the woods i.e from its silence. And, your ability to admire nature from the ground up, is beautifully inspiring Rebecca. A lovely share. Thank you.
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Thank you, Suzette. I appreciate your comments. I find that wild places center me.
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I do as well. 😊
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Beautiful pictures and poem. Insightful.
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Thanks for your kind comments. I like discovering new wild places in a city I’ve known almost 20 years.
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Great post, Rebecca. What a find! Love this – “spiritual home of the mushrooms”
Beautiful poem too. 🍄
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Thanks, Michele. That’s exactly it, the grove felt like a spiritual place.
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You are welcome. That vibe emanated from your post.
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Beautiful poem. Love the photos of the mushrooms.
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Thank you, Rosaliene. We enjoyed our hike. 🙂
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Amazing captures Rebecca!
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I appreciate the compliment, Teresa! Thanks.
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Something about your writing makes me feel so peaceful!
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Wow, what a lovely compliment. Thank you so much!
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Beautiful finds and their pictures. I like how you described the stopping of time: my favorite is “A sacred quiet descended.”
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Thank you, the fungi were as interesting to look at as flowers. Your feedback about your favorite line means a lot to me!
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wow! How awesome! Glad you and eagle had fun!
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Thanks, Carol Anne!
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There’s something about nature that makes you have to be quiet, which then means you can’t avoid your thoughts. At least that’s my experience 😉
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Thanks, Kathy. I like that about nature. A walk outside clarifies my thoughts. A walk in a forest takes my thoughts to a new dimension.
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