I took a walk through the woods today and saw the sheer beauty of carpets and carpets of bluebells. The woods were dark, but dabbled with sunlight and mystery. I had the distinct feeling of not being alone. The woods have that affect on me. When I’m in them I always feel I’m surrounded by presence. I have no language to articulate it. It’s not an ominous thing, just a mysterious and beautiful presence.
Categories: Mysticism, nature, Photography, poetry, Walking
Tags: bluebells, Dabbled sunlight, forests, Woods
Beautiful photo, Don. I love the stripes of sunlight in the dark woods. I understand what you mean about not being alone in the woods. In fact I was reading an article this morning about how nature can be our teacher. Here’s the link if you would like to read it. https://tricycle.org/trikedaily/nature-and-mind/
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Thank you LuAnne. So appreciate your comment and thank you for the link. What a beautiful article. I was deeply touched by so much of what was said. Such life-giving words and so much to ponder on. Apart from many other insights, I was moved by the one on Alzheimers and it’s connection to the way we treat the earth.
Sadly, that very wood I walk through so often, will be torn down to make way for houses. I find it hard to grasp this kind of destruction.
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I feel that same presence when I walk through our urban forest, it would break my heart to lose any part of it…a devastating storm in 2006 changed many parts of the forest but nature has repainted those areas in beauty once again.
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