The rear view mirror held on to Fisher’s Peak, my geographical and spiritual anchor. Beside me, the rising sun announced the gift of life. The road before me, well, let’s just say I had no clue. The sound of…..
A cup rejects neither sorrow and weariness or joy and peace. It’s design is to hold. Even empty it still holds air. As is my habit, I always wrap my hands around my coffee cup to absorb its warmth. Tonight’s warmth was heavy with…..
And should I think my ego or mind too strong to ever soften or learn. Should I think the light too far or unobtainable. Should I think flexibility and openness are out of reach. If I should, my friend, I will remember your image and…..
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…..
When Life’s undertow pulls you under, you cannot fight. Surrender and eventually the undertow will carry you beyond its own power. Breathe underwater…that’s what tree roots do.
Dancing streams of light frozen in the moment. Grasses, gathering the summer’s sun, transform the light into shawls resembling ice cocoons. I bow my head in gratitude to my camera which gifts such sight. Then the pause and whisper that not even perfect…..
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