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Boon Nature yields each day a brag which we now first behold,
And trains us on to slight the new, as if it were the old:
But blest is he, who, playing deep, yet haply asks not why,
Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.
Emerson, "May - Day and other pieces"
Patience... Developing Patience.
Out before the light, I know not what the Dawn may bring. Even in a place well-known, each day's beginning is its own. Developing the discipline, to watch, to wait...
Always a small miracle, this new birth...
dawning
There is a River Song. Quiet, serene, but audible if you but listen. Drink it in, it will fill you, fulfill you...
This is but a moment; I am but a moment, but the refrain through Long Ages runs...
Cares vanish, worries drift away, Time itself suspended, sufficient for the day...
river song
Dust on my shoes...
I have walked these paths over the course of my life, now a century three-quarters gone...
Sweet fragrance of Juniper and Pinon Pine, recollect, sweet memories stir along...
The Mystery remains, but now embraced,
Abide, walk on...
cathedrals
A Coat of Fire...
Even in the dappled light, shaded on a Desert Day...
In a land of browns and greens, easily heard, easily seen...
An immediacy, a vibrancy, not urgent,
but compelling...
His vestments a demand, his voice both soloist
and choir...
cardinal of the desert
Earth. Water. Sky.
There is a balance between the three. It took but a moment to understand the call...
The sky's rhythmic pulse is mirrored by the water's rhyme....
The Earth's quiet voice completes
the Music of the Spheres...
a trinity
The Good Land.
Yehengan, the land of birth, death, and resurrection: our land...
The Land Primeval, the Land of Our Beginnings, shrouded in Time, shrouded in Mystery...
I come seeking questions as much as answers...
Yehengan
Last Act.
One last act of defiance by the light, before the storm and the night conclude their triumph...
The living waters do their part, before they too fade with the storm into the gathering dark...
the clearing storm
On a high mountain lake, Winter.
Its surface a mirror calm, even though in one part liquid, in another glass...
What set of Winter secrets hidden below the icy blue?...
Whispers on the gentle north breeze coming across the calm, "Be still...be still if you would know..."
icy blue
Summer Storm: Crater Lake.
The Sky is uncertain, Rain? Snow? Hail?
In the end, only Fog's confusion remained...
In the sky and in the distance mute colors and dark shadows prevail...
In the foreground... There's Summer!
a strange day
Sunrise: Battery Point Lighthouse, Crescent City.
First light exposes her. Her own light has carried across the bay and across the great void during the night. The Moon, now setting, fading in the growing dawn, made weak attempt to show her. But first light now exposes her, the Lady Dressed in White.
the white lady
My rest is at hand.
The efforts of the day behind me,
the night's rest before...
Through uncertain skies, you eve'n star
bring to eve your silver splendor...
Refuge from the Day Demand...
summer eve
I've been here for over an hour. Waiting. Watching the day come to life. The temperature has dropped with the dawn, in part due to the north wind also coming to life. I'm feeling it now in my gloved fingers and my toes. There is no place I would rather be in this moment...