Friday, January 16, 2015

Bears Everywhere

My Paintings  click the link

                                         Everywhere  Bears

Sun bear sleeps in mountain flowers
Moon bear wades a rushing stream
Dark bear dances in my dream time
Light bear flies in icy air—

Sun bear deep in mountain thyme
Black bear dances with moon glazed hair
White bear swims the green salt sea.
Do you see my spirit bears?

My bears go with me everywhere.
When you see them you will know
My midnight dark and noon delight.

 My white hot and frozen cold
in forests, meadows, streams and seas
spirit bears live my dreams.

                                 --Barbara Spring

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

A Galapagos Lad

Galapagos Lad

Rafael whistles a vermilion flycatcher to us
bright scarlet male
ascending green branch by green branch.

Rafael grew up on these strange islands
learned the language of its birds
and of undersea creatures.

He speaks to sea lions
imitates their comical walk
swims in their wake.

He knows the caves of sharks--
the native Galapagos lad inhabits
these wild volcanic wastes.

                                 --Barbara Spring

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Alan Watts

We are all part of Mother Nature.  I have always felt this.  And I have always believed this.  The study of ecology shows how true this is.

"This feeling of being lonely and very temporary visitors in the universe is in flat contradiction to everything known about man (and all other living organisms) in the sciences. We do not “come into” this world; we come  out of it, as leaves from a tree. As the ocean “waves,” the universe “peoples.” Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe. This fact is rarely, if ever, experienced by most individuals. Even those who know it to be true in theory do not sense or feel it, but continue to be aware of themselves as isolated “egos” inside bags of skin."

--Alan Watts

Alan Watts  link to more information

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Poetry is in us. It is in our heartbeats, our breathing, the sounds we heard in the womb. We heard our mother's heartbeats, her voice, our father's voice, all voices. At birth we heard our own cry, eeeeeeee or aaaaaaaa or ooooooo. Vowels. Later we learned consonants. We responded to rhythms. Kids love nursery rhymes, the seashore with pounding or gently lapping waves. Poetry is experience distilled, the way a favorite shirt feels on our skin, shoes that squeak, the staccato beat of an argument heard from afar, the sound of the wind and snow pelting against the house. Or poetry can be made of small moments..things that we notice in a quiet moment of reflection. And if we are quiet enough, we write things we know but we do not know how we know. We just do. 

"The Romantic view of composition which derives from the English and the German Romantics, means that the poet asks the unconscious, or the hidden man, or the hidden woman, or the latent intelligence, to enter the poem and contribute a few images that we may not fully understand." Robert Bly

Poetry is important to humans.  It has been since before the invention of writing.  People have played with the sounds of words before the invention of electronic devices: video games, tv, and computers.

     Poetry is getting in touch with ourselves and how we relate to the natural world and how we feel about it.

     Poetry is created from experience:  what we see, hear, feel, smell and taste.

     Words, images, rhythms can work together in mysterious ways to evoke what is over the normal threshold of understanding. Rhythms and sounds we have known since we were in the womb and maybe even before that. How do we find the intuitive? Sometimes concentrating on a word, a sound or an object as the mind relaxes causes leaps of imagination leading to insights...insights not arrived at in any other way. Images arrive. Sometimes images or symbols come from night intelligence revealed in dreams. 

     My favorite poets are rather ecstatic in their expression: William Blake, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Emily Dickenson, Walt Whitman. They have a wild quality about them that encompasses both earth (that includes humans as part of its ecology) and a spiritual domain arrived at through intuitive thinking or some divine spirit or perhaps these are the same thing. Exploring the human psyche in all its complexities and variations is the greatest exploration of all.

                                                                       --Barbara Spring

Monday, December 22, 2014

Angels: The annunciation


Do you believe in angels?
A friend asked me that.

Yes I do. Certainly I do.
How do I know?
I just know.

The angel Gabriel
messenger from God
Came to tell Mary that she would conceive—

By the Holy Spirit
 said he.
And Mary believed.
In her heart, she believed.

By the Holy Spirit Christ was born
On Christmas Day.

So let us all celebrate
 this Holy Christmas Day
When the Divine Child was born in Bethlehem
Jesus the Son of God
And is born within us all again and again.


                                                --Barbara Spring

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Link to My Books and more

My four books and videos  Click the link to my Amazon page. 

 Lots of information about The Dynamic Great Lakes; Between Sweetwater and Sand, Sophia's Lost and Found and The Wilderness Within.

I also have some videos and links on this website.

Amazon has a look inside feature so you can browse through these books.

Friday, November 21, 2014

The President's Speech and My Family Who Were Immigrants to this country.

My fellow Americans, we are and always will be a nation of immigrants. We were strangers once, too. And whether our forebears were strangers who crossed the Atlantic, or the Pacific, or the Rio Grande, we are here only because this country welcomed them in, and taught them that to be an American is about something more than what we look like, or what our last names are, or how we worship. What makes us Americans is our shared commitment to an ideal – that all of us are created equal, and all of us have the chance to make of our lives what we will.
That’s the country our parents and grandparents and generations before them built for us. That’s the tradition we must uphold. That’s the legacy we must leave for those who are yet to come.
Thank you, God bless you, and God bless this country we love.

Barak Obama

Here are my grandparentson my mother's side who immigrated from Norway and settled in St. Paul, Minnesota.  He built many of the Centennial homes in St. Paul and together they raised my mother and aunts and uncles in the new country.  My Grandmother Sophia told the children about the troll under the bridge and sang them songs to put them to bed.

Below: My father E. Paul Reineke as a child wearing his Sunday best.

In the center front are my great grandparents Conrad and Otillia Reineke.  My grandfather Henry Reineke is the only man wearing a bow tie.

My Great grandparents on my father's side came from Germany and also settled in Minnesota.  My great grandfather and his brother fought for the North in the Civil War and after the war built a cabin of bur oak on the Minnesota prairie. They were a pioneer family.  My father E. P. Reineke grew up on a farm and then graduated the University of Minnesota and then earned a PhD from the University of Missouri.  He won many awards for his original research in physiology and pharmacology. He did much of his scientific work at Michigan State University.