Posted in Winter, tagged beauty, contemplation, dance of the seasons, following, grace, ice, leading, moss, photography, writing on March 19, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Now is a time for the seasons to dance.
Is the ice encroaching or melting back?
Is the moss pushing forward or about to be held in icy repose?
All of the above.
The seasons move rhythmically back and forth throughout the year
– taking turns leading and following –
in a timeless procession of grace and beauty.
Posted in Winter, tagged awoke from a dream, beauty, carefree days, contemplation, imagination, photography, play, winter storm, writing on February 27, 2012| 1 Comment »
A winter storm has left its mess and gone off to play elsewhere.
There is a beauty, though, in the remnants of play;
it is a reminder of our own carefree days of introspective abandonment,
when we were able to be engulfed in the process of some activity
that claimed our attention for whatever length of time the attraction held.
We came, we played, we conquered boredom
and let our imaginations run amok.
And then we awoke as if from a dream.
Posted in Winter, tagged artists, beauty, contemplation, creativity, First Peoples, inspiration, natural muse, photography, proficient at survival, writing on February 15, 2012| 4 Comments »
As First Peoples grew more proficient at survival, how could they not
become artists when nature offered inspiration all around them?
How could people feel the pull of such beauty and not be compelled to
create it themselves? And even now, how can an artist not respond
to the creative beauty that continues to be naturally produced?
Posted in Winter, tagged beauty, billowing and bejewelled, contemplation, desolate beach, photography, sand, silk, writing on January 4, 2012| 4 Comments »
On a desolate beach worn grey by winter,
a spent stream taken away with the tide
has laid out a silken fabric, folds billowing and bejewelled by a seashell,
as fine as anything created by the hand of man.
For even in desolation there can be beauty.
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.
Posted in Fall, tagged beauty, consciousness, contemplation, emotion, intuition, photography, writing on November 4, 2011| 2 Comments »
Look softly upon the land.
See it with emotion, intuition, your senses, your consciousness.
Soften the focus of your mind to truly see
the beauty of your surroundings.
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 Summer, tagged beauty, contemplation, fashion, nonconformity, photography, style on September 21, 2011| 2 Comments »
There is no such thing as a bad hair day in the forest. Is your mop a
tangled mess, far beyond the penetrating abilities of a comb?
Would your style be best described as a tumbleweed, teased with a
salad fork? Are your roots grey, or even green? Who cares?
You are in a place where beauty is defined as interesting form
meeting captivating light. Fashion doesn’t exist here.
Posted in Summer, tagged beauty, contemplation, goals, horizon, life on August 24, 2011| 1 Comment »
A vibrant sunset across an arching horizon isn’t always the point of interest
in a picturesque scene; just like distant, glorious goals shouldn’t always
take precedence in your life. The random details right in front of you
day after day hold their own indisputable beauty.
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