I awoke early this morning because it usually takes me a day or two to adjust to the time change. It was a cool 36 degrees as I drove to Pineridge Natural Area. The skies have been intense the past 3-4 days for both sunrises and sunsets. As I stepped out of the car, I could feel the light but cold breeze coming out of the west. You can see the unsettled water as the wind moves across the surface of Dixon Reservoir. And I love the red reflection on the waters surface. When I left my condo I grabbed my gloves but they do not help much when they are left in the car. So, by the time I got back my hands were cold. Note to self. Now filled with gratitude I headed for the Bean Cycle and a mocha. My hands feel normal again. I have a Zoom meeting at 9:30 am today and a second one at 5:30 pm. No, I’m not that important. Sounds like we could be turning cold by the end of the week. May you have a super Awesome day!
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Yet, I continue to try…
“The fact that religions through the ages have spoken in images, parables, and paradoxes means simply that there are no other ways of grasping the reality to which they refer.”
Niels BohrSeems my feeble attempt at finding the words and images of what I see regularly falls short of expressing the reality of what I experience. I saw this leaf outside the coffee shop this morning and was taken by its simplicity and beauty. I excitedly took a few images but was not satisfied with what I saw on my LCD or my monitor. Primarily because the image cannot express or grasp what I experienced. It reminds me of that idiom, “Ya had to be there to actually experience it (reality).” And yet, I will continue to try with both images and words…
Yes, this is my second posting today since it is my blog! 😁
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Learning to Listen
The divine communicates to us primarily through the language of the natural world. Not to hear the natural world is not to hear the divine.
Thomas Berry -
Wisdom of Pooh
“Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.”
Winnie the PoohI spent some time at Arapaho Bend Natural Area yesterday evening. So glad I did. This image is taken near a small bench where I setup my camera and journal. There was almost no wind so the water was just like glass. Every once in a while a fish would rise to the surface, sending small waves to the shores. Several flocks of Canada Geese flew overhead letting the world know of their happiness. I loved watching the sun proudly shine its last rays of light on the end of the day. Such beauty offered to everyone. I was filled with gratitude. I will return. Because, as Pooh says, it’s called love. I’m off now to meet Eric for coffee and conversation. Have a wonderful weekend!
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The Beauty of Mother Earth
When we recognize the virtues, the talent, the beauty of Mother Earth, something is born in us, some kind of connection—love is born. We want to be connected. That is the meaning of love, to be at one…. You would do anything for the benefit of the Earth, and the Earth will do anything for your well-being.
Thich Nhat Hanh -
Discovery
“I believe that, through the act of living, the discovery of oneself is made concurrently with the discovery of the world around us.”
Henri Cartier-Bresson -
O’Dark Thirty
What a wonderful way to start this day, any day for that matter. This image as taken at O’Dark thirty (6:49 am) and the show was absolutely gorgeous. Almost no wind and a pleasant 28 degrees. After experiencing a sunrise like this and I head back into the chaos of the city, I can feel as if I needed to stay longer. I’m not sure whether the feeling arises from within me or if nature itself is whispering, please don’t leave yet. Maybe both. I believe these moments have a way of transforming me at some deep level. I am just never the same man. This morning was one of those mornings. Curious if any of you experience such feelings after time with nature, not wanting to leave? Anyway, I am so thankful for all the gifts so graciously given and my desire to receive each one of them. I met Mark for breakfast and conversation where we talked and wept over the tragedies happening in our world, a list that seems would have no end.