Springtime in the enchanted wood

The water is pure, the forest green, reflections of sunshine and peace.

True beauty

The artist knows true beauty is not in the object,
but in the perspective.

The philosopher knows it is not in a changing perspective,
but in understanding.

The warrior knows it is not in a limited understanding,
but in sincere faith that there is more to true beauty than can be perceived.

A walk downstream at sunset

Special time with my daughter

A walk in the forest
Exploring nature together
Simple memories to last a lifetime
Shared wonder, love, and peace

The universe speaks

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.

Accepting reality

You have more to give than you believe,
fewer needs than you imagine.
You know less than what you think,
and are more blessed than you know.

Finding peace in God

Care more to listen than to be heard,
More to see than to be seen,
More to love than to be loved,
More for who you are than what you’ve been

Back to the enchanted wood

autumnal forest
quiet Ranger keeping watch
heart and soul at peace

Enchanted wood in spring

“Changes aren’t permanent but change is.”

from the song “Tom Sawyer” by Rush, lyrics by Neil Peart and Pye Dubois