Posted in Summer, tagged contemplation, force of nature, heal all wounds, photography, time, writing on July 4, 2012| 3 Comments »
What sledgehammer force has split apart this boulder?
An avalanche? Lightning bolt? Tornado?
It was actually a force greater than all three – time.
The slow crawl and subtle components of time have the ability to
break down all forms of matter as well as heal all wounds.
Posted in Summer, tagged age, contemplation, Earth's age, health, photography, time, writing on June 25, 2012| 1 Comment »
Scientists say the Earth’s age is around 4.5 billion years old.
Others have it pegged at thousands of years, while some say the Earth
has always been here. Any way you look at it, the Earth has been around
an impressive amount of time. And even though it wears its age well,
there is no way to tell how long the Earth will continue on.
But by carefully observing the signs the Earth gives us
we can see its health and, ultimately, our own.
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 Summer, tagged contemplation, photography, tide, time, universal on September 14, 2011| Leave a Comment »
A shoreline rock is being swallowed whole by the steady push of the tide;
an advancing line of water bending over itself as it rises up the side of
the boulder. Time passes in a variety of ways, a variety of speeds.
The edge of tidal water is one measure – one cog in a universal
timepiece – that truly metes out our time here on Earth.
Posted in Summer, tagged contemplation, grace, loneliness. mood, strength, time on August 22, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Standing alone can represent towering strength or abject loneliness depending
on the day, the light, the mood. It is not usually up to us to decide on the
interpretation, only to see it through gracefully till simple time
changes the atmosphere once again.
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