A Winter’s Walk…

20 07 2014

 

 

potomac sunrise

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do I acknowledge the truth this stream is speaking?

the babbling water against stone is a gift . . .

But , do I have courage to listen deeper still,

in this chilled, desert-forest . . . leaf-less, barren and vulnerable?

 

Years of pain and joy are evident –-

earth and water in relationship . . .

a long dance of love and friction;

 

On the way, barriers encountered . . . detours necessitated;

birthing new opportunities — new possibilities —

to explore . . . to receive as a gift;

 

Carved beauty from years of a committed journey;

Mystery echoing from creation’s dawn —

whispers of Mystery in the pilgrimage ahead . . .

Do I feel the Peace in the flow of water? the foundation of earth?

 

so is life . . .

so are life’s questions . . .

so could be my living . . .

 

 





The Journey…

24 04 2014

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I am sometimes…

            a lot of times…

                        most of the time…

                                                my own worst enemy.

 

Always looking too far ahead –

                                    absent from the immediate gifts about me.

 

A Silers Bald to Clingmans Dome experience gifts my memory–

all up hill…

up mountain.

 My spirit deceiving my eyes;

physical burn clouding my vision –

seeing only the next climb;

My heart pulled down by discouragement and despair…

depriving myself of what gives life:

                        Presence…

living in, open to, and awareness of the Now.

 

It is not only on the mountain where I carry the enemy.

So, too, it is in my daily living.

I look too far ahead;

my eyes deceived;

my heart chained by fear, expectations, and self-doubt.

 I am not mindful of Presence in the present…

 

I suspect if I were more so,

getting to the top…

to here or there,

would not be as important as the journey.

(the photo is from Clingmans Dome)





Beauty in a Deep Winter’s Soul…

28 02 2014

frozen road

 

 

 

 

 

I want to see beauty in the depth of my winter’s soul . . .

But all that I see is frozen . . .

dreams, suspended in crystals;

paths, obscured by the blowing uncertainties of my life;

potential, slowly crushed beneath glacial mountains.

 

I am cold . . .

no one hears my voice over the howling winds of daily expectations.

Is there hope?

A half-frozen stream offers unexpected insight . . .

A soulful rhythm emerging from a quiet, icy surface;

evidence of life flowing beneath;

movement in a frozen landscape . . .

 

I bend down to listen;

wondering where this Life force has been –- where She is going . . .

 

She whispers –- “Hope” . . .

 

 

frozen stream





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…

 





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 . . .





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





Sunsets

18 10 2013

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Hidden Mountains

19 09 2013

South Carolina Sunset

 

 

 

 

Light – beautifully, gently – reaches out to kiss creation

 

Illuminating the hidden mountains we climb…

 

 

 

Never to judge…

 

Never to belittle…

 

 

 

But to help us know…

 

we do not climb alone;

 

to help us see…

 

the Light that is greater than the looming peaks;

 

to help us feel…

 

 the Life-Light* dancing in the darkness…

 

a darkness that cannot contain the Life-Light* within.

(*Life-Light: a phrase used by Eugene Peterson in “The Message”)





The Loudest Silence…

27 06 2013

CLINGMANS DOME SUNSET THREE

 

 

 

The morning light wakes revealing beauty with sacred homage.

Awareness stirs.

Clouds float on a wind’s whisper with noiseless grace;

inviting Light to come out to dance and play . . .

Nothing speaks as loud as the silence of creation . . .

 

 





Cades Cove Morning Mist and Fence

11 06 2013

cades cove morning and fence

 

 

 

 

a sigh and a deep breath…

peace…