It was unusually quiet this morning at Pineridge. Seemed like everyone slept in late. Almost no one at the natural area and no traffic sounds from the city. A few magpies and blackbirds along the shore were excitedly chatting about the colors in this mornings sunrise. It was a peaceful and silent time to me. I was loving and being loved by the reflections in the water.
Just as the sun broke the horizon, a light breeze out of the northwest sent small waves across Dixon Reservoir. Yet, the water still offers it’s reflection. I stood in awe and wonder as a lone pelican gracefully and silently flew over the water. How do they do that? Nature is amazing. After allowing nature to fill me with love and refreshing my soul I headed home. I had my prayer and meditation time, put on a crockpot of 16 bean soup, then rode the bicycle to meet Jeff for coffee and conversation.
“Love is the inheritance of mystery that we leave to the universe—the proof that consciousness is more than chemicals and fire, but rather a song that sings the why and how of all creation. Love sings it now and will sing it until the end of time.”
Steven Charleston
2 Comments
geri oster
Dearest Monte, thank you for this lovely dawn and sunrise. We are having a rare thunderstorm here at the moment. Teamed with your photographs, it is all quite enchanting. The layering of the amazing colors is wonderful. Thank you for this gift. Hope the 16-bean soup was yummy!
Monte Stevens
Good morning and you are welcome. And, I’m am also enchanted with thunderstorms. The soup turned out wonderful and had enough leftrover to put in freezer. May you have a wonderful Monday. ❤️