Held by Winter’s Landscape…

31 12 2013

winter scene

 

 

 

Hiking in this winter landscape –

snow quietly, softly touches me with its grace;

In the silence of this moment…

standing with cold pushing against my skin…

cold trying to fill empty spaces within;

I become keenly aware of Light and Beauty holding me…

 

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What can come from waiting?

28 12 2013

 

What can come from waiting?

An invitation for what I fear most to creep toward and overtake me?

A “chilled-to-the-soul” wind blows. . .

A darkness slowly snakes over the horizon to swallow the depths of me.

Even friendly clouds scheme and turn Hyde, morphing, covering beauty to which I cling.

I want to run – to get away;

Practicality begs me to give into reason – escape . . .

 

But what can come from waiting?

 

A deeper Voice invites me to stay . . .

a dawning breaks forth as I welcome what I perceived as sunset;

Light wakes me up inside as She begins Her dance

— quietly, gracefully, inspiritingly.

She moves in rhythm with all creation — light and darkness;

a new knowing is birthed . . .

Waiting . . .





3-D gaze…

17 12 2013

Snow tree BW

 

 

 

 

Hidden Peace

 

 

It is easier to view our living with one-dimensional gazing . . .

Dualistically . . .

this or that . . .

 

But our soul knows that there is more . . .

textures . . .

contours . . .

depth . . .

hues . . .

sundry tints and tones . . .

 

Somewhere deep –- where Spirit and spirit speak underneath sound –-

we long for a 3-D life;

where Light moves, dances, and lives among shade and shadow;

 

So I’ll sit here for a bit with my one-dimensional gaze

welcoming a slowing . . .

not fleeing from staying . . .

being patient in the waiting . . .

hoping — some how knowing . . .

Mystery will come,

and gift me with a new way of seeing . . .

surprising me with a stereoscopic vista I could never have imagined . . .

 

gazing from a 3-D life.

 

 





Weathered stories…

15 12 2013

Cades Cove barn…

Bandelier dwelling…

Historic St. Mary’s shingles…

Santa Fe fence…

weathered stories…

weathered woodSOUTHWEST 4 135_edited-1St Mary's Shinglessouthwest wood





A candle’s worth of Light…

4 12 2013

Cades Cove 2

 

 

 

 

 

Within the dissected souls we carry,

there is a deep longing . . .

thirst for a drop of wholeness;

craving for a healing salve that soothes the spirit;

hunger for a peace to drench an anxiety-parched inner landscape . . .

 

We light a candle . . .

familiar words come —

“Light keeps shining in the dark,

darkness has never put it out.”

 

we take another step into a deeper knowing —

a candle’s worth of Light is all we need . . .

blue ridge sunrise