God speaks out of the inner-most being of the mystics while they are silent.
Al-Junayd
Silent Reflections
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Reeds and reflections at sunrise – 2004 -
and began to listen…
Reflections at Prospect Ponds I found I had less and less to say,
Soren Kierkegaard
until finally, I became silent,
and began to listen.
I discovered in the silence,
the voice of God. -
A question to ponder
If we ever want to be happy, then, we need to move beyond the level of simple material satisfaction to the development of the spiritual dimension of what it means to be human. We not only need to find out what we do best and do it to the utmost. We also need to ask ourselves again why we were born. What is it that we have that the world needs and is waiting for us to provide?
Joan Chittister -
Afternoon Walk
Unwanted smoke cloaks the distant trees
ms
somewhere beyond is the unseeable horizon
I walk around the pond listening
longing for the birds song of hope
I need the embrace of the natural world
accepting the healing touch it offers
It’s in the absence of the spoken word
that I hear the quiet whisper from within
With slow deliberate deep breaths I
take an afternoon walk at the ponds -
The power of love…
Morning reflections at Prospect Ponds There are some who think
killing another human
will bring peace.But, I believe
the power of love,
mws
surely is far greater
than anything else. -
Yellow-Headed Blackbird
Yellow-Headed Blackbird These birds make their presence in our western wetlands. They usually breed in loose colonies and build their nests over water, attached to cattails and reeds. Along with its cousin, the Red-winged Blackbird, they seem to pose for me on my walks around our lake.
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Reeds in Ice
Reeds in Ice Yesterday, I posted an image of golden sunlight on prairie grass. That image was taken in the summer while this image was taken during winter. What a difference color temperature makes with the feel of a scene.
