A Mountain

Took this image in the Welsh countryside

Visionaries and mountains go together. Many a great vision for life has come to people who have sat quietly in the rare air of mountain tops, gazing out into the vastness lined by distant horizons.

A Leaf

You’re a leaf scattered by an invisible wind. Don’t you know something is moving you?

Rumi

Suffering

When we carry our small suffering in solidarity with the one universal longing of all humanity, it helps keep us from self-pity or self-preoccupation. We know that we are all in this together, and it is just as hard for everybody else.

Richard Rohr

Impaired Seeing

My prejudices, my residual hurts, my fears tend to colour everything I see. To awaken my consciouness to the nature of all these things enables the curtain to be lifted and for me to see more clearly. Life has much to do with the filters through which we see it.

Autumn

A walk in a park

The beauty of Autumn so overwhelms me. Before the letting go and the inevitable floating descent, the leaves offer such a profusion of colour and form. What a way for them to die!

Reflection

As evening falls and the day slowly ends, I often find myself reflecting on the events of the day. I mine these events for their gold, and also for their impurities. Contemplating in this way tends to prevent me from unconsciously skipping through my day.

Winter

It’s cold today. Winter will soon be here. Scenes of bleakness, but of immense beauty, like this, will soon dot our countryside.

A Church

Stepped into a thousand year old church today; dark, musty and full of ghosts of the past; but it was the immense stillness which was so poignant and so beautifully overwhelming.

Yellow

Someone shared seeing the colour yellow in a way he had never experienced yellow before. I had a dream sometime ago where I saw the colour blue in a way I had never seen blue before. I wonder if there’s a reality beyond us, the beauty of which we can only catch brief glimpses of?

The Sea

An image I took while walking along the Dorset Coastline

The sea has this almost coy and playful relationship with the shoreline. The touching and the running away always reminds me of some eternal children’s game of “last touch.”

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