Posted in Fall, tagged contemplation, heal, photography, serenity, storm, time, writing on October 31, 2011| 1 Comment »
When you feel ravaged by a particularly fierce storm in your life,
know that the persistent sands of time will eventually heal
the open wound of your hurt and restore your serenity.
Trust in this because that is the way of nature and
you are no more and no less than part of the natural world.
Posted in Fall, tagged beauty, contemplation, death, dignity, grace, photography, writing on October 28, 2011| 1 Comment »
A dying tree peels back its outer layer bit by bit, slowly disrobing
in its promenade to death. And even as it reveals
its time-ravaged body, it does so with grace and dignity
so that there is beauty at the end of life.
Posted in Fall, tagged contemplation, fortune, photography, winter, writing on October 26, 2011| Leave a Comment »
What is it stealing softly up the lane, scaring the leaves into colourful flight?
Could it be winter sniffing about, looking for a place to spread its white quilt
and hunker down, all breezy one minute and frozen solid the next?
Our fortunes can sometimes be read in the leaves.
Posted in Fall, tagged consciousness, contemplation, photography, reality, writing on October 24, 2011| 2 Comments »
A birch leaf rests atop a maple leaf that bends the surface of
dark water reflecting the trees and sky above it all. There is a point
where all of these layers of reality come together; a point where
leaves meld into water into reflection into light. That point exists
within all of us, too. It is that humming, vibrating place of
our consciousness where everything and nothing exist all at once.
Posted in Fall, tagged awareness, contemplation, photography, stories, tales, writing on October 21, 2011| 1 Comment »
The prow of an old building comes at you, plying the vanished waters
of a ghost sea; cargo abandoned, passengers, crew and captain
long disembarked. In the wake of the creaking hull there are stories –
histories of travellers no longer here, most forgotten.
The tales are adrift, waterlogged and sinking, slowly,
inevitably below the surface of our awareness.
Posted in Fall, tagged contemplation, photography, roots, search, writing on October 19, 2011| 3 Comments »
Roots crisscross a path. They are worn clear of their bark by the
scuff and footfall of sightseers probably not even looking down.
The roots lace the woods with their design; a pattern brought about
by the hungry search for moisture. And just like the walkers
in the forest look overhead for beauty, the roots look below
for moisture, even though it falls plentiful from the sky above.
Posted in Fall, tagged aesthetic wonder, contemplation, photography, search, truth, writing on October 17, 2011| Leave a Comment »
The search for truth is often convoluted. This root has come above ground
in a quest for moisture. It does an incremental writhe in its hunt;
circling, branching out and then returning back under the ground.
Relentless until death, the seemingly illogical tendril creates
aesthetic wonder in its simple but vital task.
Posted in Fall, tagged artist, chaos, contemplation, natural beauty, painter, photography on October 14, 2011| Leave a Comment »
How would an artist paint this scene? How would he choose the
blue for water that is reflecting the colour of the sky?
The yellow for a leaf mimicking the colour of the sun?
The spilt-box-of-Crayons colours for the chaos of natural beauty
awaiting his canvas? He could only be successful if
he was painting for the process, not the result.
Posted in Fall, tagged alter, contemplation, perception, photography, reality on October 12, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Your reality is based on your perception of your surroundings.
If you want to alter your reality, you can change your surroundings
or you can change your perception of the place you are at.
Posted in Fall, tagged contemplation, fashion, glorious point in life, own style, photography, whims of others on October 10, 2011| Leave a Comment »
She artfully decorated her wild hair with butterfly leaves,
dressing for a forest ball. She really didn’t care what was in fashion
that season or even what others might think about her designs.
She had reached that glorious point in life where
her own style mattered more than the whims of others.
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