After the dance, when you have shed your pretty things
and stand stark without adornment;
this is when your deepest beauty is revealed.
Archive for December, 2011
Skin deep
Posted in Winter, tagged after the dance, contemplation, photography, reveal beauty, shed your pretty things, true beauty, writing on December 30, 2011| 5 Comments »
Shadow dance
Posted in Winter, tagged contemplation, dance, earth, painted, photography, shadow, sun, writing on December 28, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Shadows, seemingly lifeless and static, are actually always moving.
They are pushed clockwise, at an incremental pace;
painted on their canvass by the dance of two great bodies,
the earth and the sun. If you watch and wait,
you can feel yourself swept along in their wake.
In the spirit of the season
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged angel, angel wings, animal shelter, contemplation, dog, dragonfly, photography, rescue, spirit, writing on December 26, 2011| 4 Comments »
Lucy ended up at the local animal shelter after escaping
a horrible existence and running for days.
She is seen as a hero by her new family, who are teaching her
how to enjoy a dog’s life by playing with a ball and learning to swim.
Lucy’s first real swim was when she spotted a dragonfly foundering
some thirty feet offshore. She swam directly to it,
took it gently in her mouth and brought it back safely to shore
where it vibrated its wings dry and then flew off.
Angel wings, indeed.
Glorious art
Posted in Winter, tagged artwork, contemplation, glassblowers, glory, glory hole, nature, organic, photography, temperature, writing on December 23, 2011| 4 Comments »
Glassblowers create stunning pieces of art by blowing air
into a molten bubble of glass straight out of the glory hole, or kiln.
Nature uses temperature fluctuations and random arrangements
of organic media to achieve glory in its artwork.
Transition
Posted in Winter, tagged contemplation, dramatic, ice, photography, seasons change, time moves on, transition, writing on December 21, 2011| Leave a Comment »
When seasons change, new forms appear, fleeting but arresting.
These first ice crystals, already melting in the day’s early sun,
are not quite able to form a sheet of ice. Instead, they fall together
haphazardly on the shore making a striking border.
Transitions can be dramatic but these edges will soften as time moves on.
Shared dreams
Posted in Fall, tagged beauty, contemplation, dreams, photography, purpose, share, writing on December 19, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Animal, plant, rock; each with a beauty and a purpose unto itself,
yet shared they become so much more.
The rock holds the plant; the plant holds the feather;
the feather once flew through the air
and now holds the dreams of the other two.
Decision for the ages
Posted in Fall, tagged adult, child, contemplation, mellow, mood, photography, writing, your decision on December 16, 2011| 6 Comments »
Let your mood decide the content of this image.
It could be a mellow, late fall scene with weathered marsh grass
creating architectural designs atop failing rosehip berries
that appeals to adult sensibilities. Or it could be a rampaging,
many-legged, multi-eyed swamp creature on its way to conquer
the world unless some enterprising child vanquishes it.
Be the adult, be the child – it’s always your decision.
Behind the veil
Posted in Fall, tagged contemplation, demure landscape, fragrant scents, immerse yourself, photography, pine boughs, sensuous delight, veil, writing on December 14, 2011| 4 Comments »
A demure landscape peeks out from behind a veil of pine boughs,
teasing with highlights of gold and soft-textured skin.
What pleasures await behind these swaying limbs?
What caresses, what sighs, what fragrant scents?
There is one way to find out –
watch closely for your invitation and then go behind the veil.
Immerse yourself in sensuous delight.
Swirling diversity
Posted in Fall, tagged acrimony, colour, contemplation, contrast, diversity, photography, writing on December 12, 2011| Leave a Comment »
A pair of birch trees stands surrounded by a swirling tide of
inkberry bushes roiling in autumn confusion.
There is contrast here – a contrast of colour, of size, of form and of movement.
These differences are not grounds for acrimony; and why would they be?
In fact, these points of diversity are among the most
interesting parts of the forest.
Lost and found
Posted in Fall, tagged contemplation, hope, look carefully, love, photography, writing on December 9, 2011| 6 Comments »
Love comes to us when we are open to finding it;
when we go out into the world and look in unexpected places
and carefully see what is right in front of us.
It might not look like what we were hoping for
or be found where we thought it should be.
Love can happen anywhere, at any time to anyone.
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