Paradox of Pain . . .

1 07 2015

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Pain knows me;

It comes like a thief – unexpected;

like wild horses – uncontrollable;

an enduring guest – unwelcome.

Pain – eliciting a deep soul scream;

taking me to the edge of what I believe I can bear;

clothing me in darkness;

rationing the sweet tones of hope.

Pain, threatening to take the very heart of me;

the essence of my spirit –

of who I am.

Pain borne from the hands of the other –

held in the hands of the other;

In the mirror, a moment of clarity . . .

                        so distant from myself – I am the other . . .

Denial is my drug;

escapism my addiction . . .

I’m not suppose to be here . . .

I don’t want to be here . . .

listen . .

breathe . . .be still . . .

listen . . .

Can I believe this echo in the canyons of my being?

Can salvation come from within what I would try to deny?

From what I so desperately want to escape?

Does Love arise from pain?

Can Love be borne from within pain?

Out of pain?

Is pain’s voice not the final sound?

A portal to deeper meaning – Love…

Pain knows me . . .

but . . .

I’m beginning to know pain…

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Blue Ridge Parkway Sunrise…

28 09 2013

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Frozen Beauty…

24 12 2012

Frozen LandscapeFrozen beauty along the Blue Ridge Parkway and in a stream running through Oregon Ridge Park…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Our shadows…

4 04 2012

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Our shadows as guide?
Unexpected gifts…

This photo was taken looking south across one of the lowest points on the Appalachian Trail – a foot bridge over the James River in Virginia. As I meditate on this image, the shadows draw me in. Could this be an invitation for me to embrace my own shadows…letting them guide me to the other side as the shadows on this bridge leads to new adventures?