Monthly Archives: November 2014
Such a tiny little tree growing alone in the center of a bed of sandstone boulders. It slim trunk and tiny little green branches drew my eyes. Then the moment of awe when the camera revealed its fragile looking roots. Its tenuous hold…..
Two images in one whisper. Sometimes Life stuns you with such beauty and grace there are simply no words. And then, Life reminds you that simple joys like sitting on a rock with a dear friend dangling your feet is as stunning as…..
The sculptors of time, wind, snow, and rain have left their art upon the sandstone. Like I child I scurried between and around the boulders of art. Awe does not even hold the inconceivable wonder to see and touch such…..
Reflections of clouds upon a still lake. Portals of reflections calling one’s eyes to enter and see. An image to simply sit and allow the eyes and heart to imagine. No lesson learned. No reflection other than that offered so…..
Two odd images for sure. But if your eyes can see what my words try to paint, I think you will see the two indeed are one. I saw her slumped over in her wheelchair. Her head turned so her eyes gazed at the TV……
Morning meditation usually closes my eyes. But sometimes a gift appears. Sits in your lap. Rather than see a distraction to simply gaze into the eyes of unconditional love and presence. And the whisper…unconditional ayes.
Fisher’s Peak. The mesa sitting on top of a 9600 foot high mountain that stands on the horizon at my backdoor. I was curious about the unique shape the snow storm had left and retrieved my camera to explore. The shape reflected the…..
Maxwell Wildlife Refuge has gone to sleep. Winter has laid a soft quilt upon its sanctuary. The stillness was tangible long before I reached the lake. Oh yes, there is still some activity but the frenzy of migration has quieted. A field and…..
Make no mistake, sometimes recovering a sense of growth feels more like a shredding than renewal. But neither should we make the reverse mistake and fail to see the piercing of wholeness.
They are just clouds. Any scientist can quickly explain their properties and even their names. Just clouds. On an autumn’s winter morning, they transformed within a weary body looking up at snowcapped mountain peaks. But as the wind…..
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