The water is pure, the forest green, reflections of sunshine and peace.
The universe speaks
22 Nov Late November-ese
Rustling of leaves that have fallen
Dreams flow like water
A man said to the universe:
“Sir I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.” — Stephen Crane
There is something about fall after the colors have faded, that causes us to look back and face the relative insignificance of our own inescapable mortality. The pause can be quite unsettling. But then somehow, there amid the dry leaves blowing, we’re re-energized. We give thanks for having made it thus far, and look forward to better things to come.
Enchanted wood in spring
5 May“Changes aren’t permanent but change is.”
from the song “Tom Sawyer” by Rush, lyrics by Neil Peart and Pye Dubois