An online journal sharing my interests in photography, nature, coffee life, journaling, fountain pens, spirituality and asking deep questions.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.
Rachel Carson, Silent Spring
I am not sure how many days I commuted to and from work but I am grateful I no longer commute to work. However, this morning on my walk/bus ride to the coffee shop I was aware I still commute, yet it does not seem like a commute. While commuting to work, my mind was already at work, figuring, planning, scheduling, arguing, and already building resentments. This meant I was not mentally present for the commute. Wonder how many gifts nature was offering me and I missed them?
So I’m going to share with you a bit of my commute to coffee this morning. (Sorry if it bores you.) We had a cloudless blue sky. Apple blossoms reminding me it’s spring. A squirrel watching my every move. A cottontail checking out their reflection in the car. Early morning shadows. Spring flowers and new leaves on campus. Heard the cooing of a morning dove and the cry of a hawk. And then when I arrived at Mugs my barista, Emma, offered her wonderful smile and made me a mocha. Yes, I still commute but it’s different. I have an open slate on my calendar, so I plan to do a bit of reading and writing, in the sun. Enjoy your Friday.
I took this image earlier in the week on campus at one of the courtyards. Loved the patterns and muted colors. Hope you do also.
I listened to a man excitedly attempt to explain new scientific evidence of God and the creation of the universe. I accept his enthusiasm and desire to explain what he now knows, but…. he quickly lost my attention. There are some who have found their Spirit of the Universe, Great Creator, Higher Power or whatever and each is different. And, there are those who are not even interested in knowing or looking.
I’m personally drawn to mystery. Mystery is what keeps me seeking, listening, reading, writing, asking questions but not necessarily expecting to find “the” answer.
We had snow in the high country but rain and slush along the foothills. Signs of Spring are everywhere. Enjoy your week!
“The only journey is the one within.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke
“There is a greater comfort in the substance of silence than in the answer to a question.” – Thomas Merton
I noticed this blossom on my walk from the transit center to Mugs coffeehouse last week. It was snowing lightly when I took the image. Spring is coming and I’m ready.
