Surfaces

The still and mirror-like surface of the lake was suddenly broken by the rising of a large fish, its fins dripping droplets of orange in the light of the setting sun. A sublime moment of disclosure, an epiphany, then disappearing beneath its watery world as quickly as it arrived.

I was reminded of the many thoughts, ideas and risings that have broken the surfaces of my life, and my responses to them – those that were acknowledged and actualised, and those that were simply left to sink below the surface again?

Certainties

On my way home – evening silhouettes

A Thought:

I’m not one for certainties, though I’m sure they have their place. Now that may sound a bit wishy-washy and anaemic, but they do have this tendency to shut doors and close down thought and discussion. I lean more to the side of that gracious invitation to look beyond the prisons of certainty, into the wide-open spaces of mystery and endless possibility. So, when it comes to certainties in life, I prefer to hold them in an open hand and bid them goodbye when they need to go.

Words

The dappled light in the woods never fails to move me.

A Reflection:

Isn’t it strange how at times when you try to put thoughts into words, you have the immediate feeling of the thoughts being cramped and inadequately expressed. 

Words are powerful, yet, can be so constraining. There’s always the inevitable complaint,  “It just didn’t come out the way I wanted it to.” Perhaps that’s why we experience more being said in the art of silence than in that of speech. 

There is a language beyond words, we’re simply not proficient enough to hear and understand it.