It can often be very satisfying to stand or sit quietly and look down the path ahead or behind. Especially if it’s in the middle of a quiet forest, on the beach, or on a dry creek bed in the desert, one finds a soothing calm flowing seemingly through ones very skin, through the eyes, through the ears, and from the hidden depths of the moment.
A Side-Path along the Orchard
Thoughts begin to yield to the subtle counsel and balming insight flowing in the silence and stillness of the cessation of physical motion. Visions and dreams can suddenly emerge…
Rain Illuminates the Path
One begins to notice what is immediately nearby, and a new appreciation for the companions with which one travels.
A Water-Dappled Iris Contemplates the Sky
Creativity becomes the surging contentment of the instant and new ideas, new understandings, renewed understandings, poems, stories, humor, sorrow, promise, realization, all such things start to take wing in the imagination bringing the unfoldment of the soul.
The hawk’s wings stretch
so far — where does
wing end and sky begin?
An ancient oak on the prairie seems to stretch out it’s worn and craggy arms to lift one into another, more vibrant reality.
The Oak Offers a Lift
This happens beyond time and space in the reality of one’s own place in the All, one’s own place in the Placeless.
The Bee Never Hurries Never Tarries
Beautifully written and photos of elegance excepting the disturbing iris image….
Beautiful! I recognize some of these spots. Mom