tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post8351374089995874066..comments2023-12-02T03:44:21.338-07:00Comments on Page Lambert: All Things Literary & All Things Natural : Elk Velvet, Begging Bowls, and Rumi: Unexpected GiftsConnecting People with Nature, and Writers with Wordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01843366084313026823noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-4549271350868373392009-12-05T08:32:14.123-07:002009-12-05T08:32:14.123-07:00Dina, I love your use of the phrase "ruminati...Dina, I love your use of the phrase "rumination on nature." Makes me think of the 4-H sheep my kids used to raise, and how utterly content they were to chew their cud, ruminating on the grass in their bellies and the birds in the trees!Connecting People with Nature, and Writers with Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01843366084313026823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-83407686936315100072009-12-05T06:58:49.208-07:002009-12-05T06:58:49.208-07:00This is a beautiful rumination on nature and how i...This is a beautiful rumination on nature and how it, or the universes, gives us a gift, or an offering, for our spirits, and how it serves as a muse, if we are open to seeing what it has to offer.Dina Horwedelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-54369823486970138442009-12-03T14:40:57.015-07:002009-12-03T14:40:57.015-07:00Christy, I LOVE your analogy of the shed antlers a...Christy, I LOVE your analogy of the shed antlers and our stories, how we must be willing to let each draft go in order to begin anew. I'd like to feature your comment, if I can figure out how!Page Lamberthttp://www.pagelambert.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-17874124732103349622009-12-03T14:17:33.511-07:002009-12-03T14:17:33.511-07:00Page, I immediately exhaled a long, deep breath th...Page, I immediately exhaled a long, deep breath the more I read this piece. And then I chuckled once I read how Trixie found what you were looking for. As a writer, I am encouraged in reading this: "For writers, every time we venture into the metaphorical world of story and face that blank computer screen, or blank journal, we are seeking nourishment."<br /><br />Well put and very true. <br /><br />It almost seems that ... for all the tremendous energy that is put into growing beautiful antlers, is similar to the energy we writers put into a new story, in hopes of attracting an audience. Those rough draft pages that we shed to begin anew are like the antlers shed by the elk. <br /><br /><br />Christy Heady<br />www.christyheady.blogspot.comChristy Headyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01146459654552208841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-63897899827693089002009-11-11T14:43:04.348-07:002009-11-11T14:43:04.348-07:00Melanhie, I love the way you speak of eyes softly ...Melanhie, I love the way you speak of eyes softly unfocused and the trust that comes with this willingness to let the world come to you. Velvet, feathers, shells - yes, all are gifts. Thank you.Connecting People with Nature, and Writers with Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01843366084313026823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-7198444824493076662009-11-11T13:51:26.939-07:002009-11-11T13:51:26.939-07:00Page,
While I have never collected antler velvet,...Page,<br /><br />While I have never collected antler velvet, like Rosemary, I have collected bones and feathers. I am like a beachcomber searching for shells when I search my yard for feathers. Where bones are concerned, the experience is more spacious because the field of search is larger. In either case, my eyes become softly unfocused and I allow the feathers or bones to find me. There is trust in it, trust that if the feather or bone is meant to come to me, I will be drawn to it. Either way--the gift of a feather or bone or not--the trust remains, along with gratitude.<br /><br />Thank you for your beautiful post.<br /><br />Melanie Mulhall<br />http://www.melaniemulhall.wordpress.comMelanie Mulhallhttp://www.melaniemulhall.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-59292013299282203632009-11-10T10:28:14.763-07:002009-11-10T10:28:14.763-07:00Tamara, I'm so glad you found your way here - ...Tamara, I'm so glad you found your way here - thank you for leaving a sign of your travels. I checked out your website and it sounds like you are on the cutting edge in your health care field. Congratulations. And thank you for sharing Connecting People with Nature!Page Lamberthttp://www.pagelambert.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-1804635395276927372009-11-10T08:59:48.974-07:002009-11-10T08:59:48.974-07:00Page, what a lovely post! I am so happy to find y...Page, what a lovely post! I am so happy to find your blog. You write beautifully from the heart. I'm happy to share your blog with others and return often for my own nourishment!<br /><br />Blessings to you.<br /><br />Tamara<br />http://www.AllThingsPrivatePractice.com<br />http://www.TamaraSuttle.comTamaranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-73158245725463284822009-11-05T08:23:41.260-07:002009-11-05T08:23:41.260-07:00Christine, thank you for your poem - it is lovely....Christine, thank you for your poem - it is lovely. Coyotes are, indeed, part of nature's song!Page Lamberthttp://www.pagelambert.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-18152151565607293552009-11-04T21:16:18.316-07:002009-11-04T21:16:18.316-07:00Page, Thanks for this post. I enjoyed the connecti...Page, Thanks for this post. I enjoyed the connections you made. Reminds me to stop and take a breath and notice what's around. <br />Gifts are, indeed, everywhere. Last night:<br />Staccato of juvenile coyote's yip! yip! yip! in our driveway<br />Full moon rising from behind the hill like a heaving chest calling in some steady slow song<br />We wait in this darkness<br />some quick hand<br />pulls our straying senses toward~Christine Weeberhttp://www.christineweeber.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-52166256404111003192009-11-04T14:36:53.635-07:002009-11-04T14:36:53.635-07:00Eunice, northwest Montana is such a beautiful plac...Eunice, northwest Montana is such a beautiful place. Twenty five years ago we almost bought a small ranch on the edge of the Bob Marshall Wilderness area. My son spends a lot of time backpacking and hunting in the mountains up there. I'm glad the "begging bowl" concept intrigued you. I hope you'll research some Buddhist teachings about it to get the "real scoop" - or at least, a more authentic one!Connecting People with Nature, and Writers with Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01843366084313026823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-3429073394294580822009-11-04T13:09:23.743-07:002009-11-04T13:09:23.743-07:00Thanks Page for another thought provoking blog. I...Thanks Page for another thought provoking blog. I walked in those woods with you, reliving the many hours my siblings and I roamed the woods of northwest Montana when we were kids. I still love to walk in the woods when we go back to Montana for a few months each summer. (Kansas woods are sparse.) One of the reasons I love to have our geo-caching son-in-law visit us when we're in montana is because I get to go into the woods again. (see a last summer blogs on geo-caching at www.euniceboeve.net)<br />Love the "Begging Bowl" story. It's a concept I want to remember, so printed it off. I want to look for a bowl picture and frame it for my office. Eunice BoeveEunice Boevehttp://www.euniceboeve.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-13280456854558944732009-10-21T15:03:38.775-06:002009-10-21T15:03:38.775-06:00Rosemary, thanks for your comment! I chuckled at t...Rosemary, thanks for your comment! I chuckled at the mention of "spooking more than a boyfriend or two." Guess that one reason I enjoy ranchers - they live so closely with the land that they see a story in each scrap of flesh they find. So much so, that sometimes those stories outlive them.Connecting People with Nature, and Writers with Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01843366084313026823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-39233021239051016972009-10-21T14:13:21.373-06:002009-10-21T14:13:21.373-06:00Beautiful piece, Page! The miracles are all around...Beautiful piece, Page! The miracles are all around us! For years I've collected bones--in fact I think the habit has spooked more than a boyfriend or two (ha). There's a special beauty about "what's left" that I can't explain. As a sort-of artist, I find it informative to see what lies beneath the flesh, what gives creatures their recognizable shape and structure, strength or flexibility, and it feels somehow like honoring that when I see the beauty in the color, texture, and shape of bones weathered by climate and time.Rosemary Carstenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18078731575772645930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-10376795708694354172009-10-21T11:39:50.721-06:002009-10-21T11:39:50.721-06:00Julie, thank you for leaving your words here to ma...Julie, thank you for leaving your words here to mark your path! When I was in third grade, living in Pacific Palisades near Los Angeles for a year, it would take me forever to walk home from school because I was fascinated with the shiny trail that the snails left on the leaves of the ivy undergrowth. Trails everywhere, no matter where we live! Even in NYC!Connecting People with Nature, and Writers with Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01843366084313026823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-7105640001691338182009-10-21T09:05:11.078-06:002009-10-21T09:05:11.078-06:00Hi Page ~ Thank you once again for this chance to ...Hi Page ~ Thank you once again for this chance to slow down & reflect before beginning my writing day...a moment to pause and take a breath ...to consider the deeper side of things. The search for antler velvet is such an interesting journey...not one we think about here in NY! And I love the idea of the writing begging bowl...an open vessel to contain the day's gifts. Thank you, thank you. JulieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608134443246627504.post-85902737455559601742009-10-20T17:36:50.621-06:002009-10-20T17:36:50.621-06:00CJ, a Facebook friend, read this piece and asked m...CJ, a Facebook friend, read this piece and asked me "why" I wanted the velvet. It was such a good, simple question I wanted to post the answer here as well:<br /><br />I think perhaps because it represents a renewal. Each season, tremenous energy goes into growing these beautiful antlers, used both for fighting, and for attracting a mate. And each winter they are shed, left to lie on the forest floor. The velvet is such a tender part of this ongoing cycle.Page Lamberthttp://www.pagelambert.comnoreply@blogger.com