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Been walking and reading. Time to share the lessons as the ongoing quest to see all Tennessee’s waterfalls continues…
It is all very beautiful and magical here – a quality that cannot be described. You have to live it and breathe it, let the sun bake into you.
Ansel Adams
“It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.”
Wendell Berry
Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
Annie Dillard
It is in the woods we return to reason and faith.
Emerson
Leave no stone unturned. Deeply explore the beauty in your life.
Neil Gaiman
Lyrics to "The Seed" A Song by the beautiful Aurora Aksnes (Photos by Lunar) Just like the seed I don't know where to go Through dirt and shadow I grow I'm reaching light through the struggle ...
... Just like the seed I'm chasing wonder I unravel myself All in slow motion ...
... Suffocate me so my tears can be rain I will water the ground where I stand so the flowers can grow back again ...
... 'Cause just like the seed Everything wants to live We are burning our fingers But we learn and forget ...
... Feed me sunlight, feed me air Feed me truth and feed me prayers. ...
You’ll figure it out.
All the fresh spring growth has me thinking of the garden and remembering this post today.
You reach out with any little part of yourself and rise from the dirt to be what you are. How you make my heart ache with your sense of belonging.
Vanity of vanities! We all have the same breath.
(Solomon was right.)
A few sights on the walk through Holiday Wonders.
The magnolia grooves, dancing to the beat of the heartwoods. Her limbs sweep down to touch Earth before reaching back up to Sky.
The pines are dressed for a more formal social affair it seems. There’s much underground intermingling amongst them, or so I’ve heard.
The crepe myrtle sings an operatic solo.
Magic is made.
Enjoy the season!
“There is in all women a wild woman…“
“…a wild and ancient gypsy that cries in anguish when we starch her flat…“
“...there is a part of us that can never, ever be happy until the gypsy can dance.”
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run with the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archtype
AROOOOO!
**howling in spirit with you at tonight’s full moon**
The morning walk into the midst led to this:
A magic moment that can’t be dismissed,
Or maybe it could, but why
miss water becoming sky?
Intersection.
Reflection.
Introspection.
Intersection.
Back to water sky flows.
Will it be missed?
Will it be mist?
Will it be in the midst
of another intersection in the mist?
“The artist is always engaged in writing a detailed history of the future because he is the only person aware of the nature of the present.”
–Marshall McLuhan
