The curtain falls on another day.
Although without the bright lights and rousing orchestra call of the opening,
the last act is still stirring. The lights will go down and the theatre will darken.
But the real drama is just beginning.
Archive for July, 2012
Curtain call
Posted in Summer, tagged bright lights, contemplation, curtain call, last act, orchestra, photography, real drama, theatre, writing on July 30, 2012| 2 Comments »
Memory lake
Posted in Summer, tagged animal-like, branch has fallen, contemplation, disappear, end of life, memory, photography, waters of a lake, who we once were, writing on July 27, 2012| 2 Comments »
A branch has fallen from a tree and now rests in the waters of a lake.
Seemingly perched atop the lake’s mirror surface, the branch appears
to be creeping its way back to shore in an animal-like posture.
But it really isn’t going anywhere, except gradually melting into its reflection.
At the end of life, we disappear into who we once were.
Beauty of a wallflower
Posted in Summer, tagged contemplation, humble eloquence, humility, photography, porcelain reflection, stillwater, water lily, weathered log, writing on July 25, 2012| 2 Comments »
On a stillwater full of water lilies spread across the surface in array after array,
the beauty of this one, tucked under a weathered log,
is magnified by its humility.
Even its muted porcelain reflection
accentuates its humble elegance.
Trees for the forest
Posted in Summer, tagged contemplation, dark forest, first rays, morning sun, photography, positive energy, writing on July 23, 2012| 3 Comments »
A small stand of maple trees pops out of a dark forest
by reflecting the first rays of the morning sun.
To stand out in our crowded world,
pass on the positive energy
that comes your way.
Life cycle
Posted in Summer, tagged bow, contemplation, cycle, face east, give thanks, good work, life, photography, play, writing on July 20, 2012| 9 Comments »
Face east in the morning.
Bow in supplication.
Give thanks for the day.
Set about doing the good work you need to do.
Play.
Rest.
Face east in the morning. . . .
Against the grain
Posted in Summer, tagged change very nature, contemplation, curl in on itself, decaying tree, mushrooms, photography, survive, vulnerable position, what other choice, writing on July 18, 2012| 2 Comments »
A decaying tree has toppled and taken with it some mushrooms
that had been hanging off the side of the softening trunk.
Now fully grown, the mushrooms find themselves in the
vulnerable position of having their undersides exposed.
Already, this mushroom is beginning to curl in on itself,
changing the very nature of its being in an attempt to regain a horizontal plane.
But what other choice does this mushroom have in order to survive?
Sunshine and shadows
Posted in Summer, tagged acceptance, contemplation, life, mark of character, photography, regret, shadows, sunshine, wide open, writing on July 16, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Throw yourself wide open to all life has to offer.
Allow the sunshine to soak in,
use the shadows as marks of character.
Look ahead with acceptance,
look back without regret.
Dark side
Posted in Summer, tagged being, contemplation, dark side, determined, persistence, persuasive, photography, truth, whisper sweet nothings, writing on July 13, 2012| 8 Comments »
We all have a dark side; a clever part of us that has the potential
to slip out and spread itself across the path of our lives, staining the way.
It is a determined, persuasive component of our being;
whispering sickly sweet nothings at us so it can come out to play.
Persistence is its power;
the only thing that can thwart it is truth.
A pattern of service
Posted in Summer, tagged artists, colour spectrum, contemplation, foxtail grass, humble, iridescent, muse, photography, service, sun's rays, wind's direction, writing on July 11, 2012| 4 Comments »
Luxurious, softly textured foxtail grass
patterns itself by the wind’s direction.
Its iridescent fibres catch the sun’s rays and amplify their colour spectrum.
The wind and the sun become artists playing out their muse
on this natural medium. The grass exists in service
to the greater elements in its life and
is beautiful in its humble arrangements.
There is a time
Posted in Summer, tagged contemplation, early in life, fallen leaf, glory, midsummer, moment of beauty, passed on, photography, poignant, writing on July 9, 2012| 3 Comments »
A leaf, fallen in midsummer,
conveys a moment of beauty in the place it has come to rest.
Had it not passed on early in its life,
this young leaf would never have brought about
this poignant realization of glory.
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