Komorebi, from Japan to Michigan

Komorebi is a Japanese word, meaning the scattered, dappled light effect when sunlight shines through tree leaves.  We have quite a bit of experience with this concept in Michigan.

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Life’s Moments and Eternal Youth

Every minute of life carries with it its miraculous value,
and its face of eternal youth.
—Albert Camus

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Glow at Day’s End

There midnight’s all a glimmer and the noon a purple glow
And evening full of the linnet’s wing.

W B Yeats, Lake Isle of Innisfree

There’s nothing quite as relaxing as a drive along a green belt road to take in a sunset mirrored on a local lake.

 

Friday Proverb: Not Provoked

The discretion of a person defers his anger; and it is his glory to pass over a provocation.
Proverbs 19:11

Apparently, Scripture anticipated social media by about 3,000 years.  One antidote to provocation is to drink in the serenity that Nature offers, as in the dappled light and subtle reflections captured along  this Michigan creek.

Fleming Creek, Michigan

 

Shinrin Yoku in Michigan

Shinrin-yoku…

is a Japanese word meaning, literally, “forest bathing,” and it refers to the therapeutic effects of time spent in the woods.  We’re very familiar with this concept in MIchigan, though I  don’t think we have such a cool word for it.  These particular trees are in Hartwick Pines state park.  They’re old growth and by a happenstance  have never been logged.

Hartwick Pines, Michigan

A Gift from the Last Ice Age

Hartwick Pines state park in Michigan is justly famous for its old growth stand of trees which are several hundred years old.  But, hidden among the pines are two lakes left behind when the glaciers retreated from this area 12,000 years ago.  Yesterday, I happened upon one of those jewels, with the cumulus clouds that grace Michigan’s July skies mirrored in the still water.

 

Hartwick Pines state park, Michigan

Serendipity is a Gentle Goddess

“A lake is a landscape’s most expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.”
—Henry David Thoreau

Among the ancient pines of Michigan’s northern forests,  I happened upon this jewel of a lake.  Serendipity is a gentle goddess.

 

Hartwick Pines, Michigan