Occasionally my body follows my mind's endless pursuit and I wander aimlessly into realms where there is always something waiting.
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There is freedom in letting go of time for a moment and leaving myself open to what may present itself to me.
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The same path that I have walked countless times whispers the promise of a new song to fill my ears.
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I try to make connections to a larger world that is beaming with life, possibility and grace.
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I am often overwhelmed in these moments with how truly connected we are to the world, and I am aware of the arrogance inherent in any attempt to deny this, or more tragically, to ignore this.
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Rare moments emerge where I finally let go, allowing myself to be "oppressed by the figures of beauty".
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I look for patterns in things, where natural forces and creativity embrace in a sacred dance
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I try to breath...
10 comments:
Great pictures. I especially like your snowman, how cute!
What spectacular photographs and beautiful thoughts accompanying them.
Your "oppressed by the figures of beauty" statement makes me listen to Cohen in a whole new light. Well done.
Happy Holidays. I hope you're able to dig out in time to have some fun.
Oh, great post/photos, I looked and marveled the other day.
All the best.
Merry Christmas, Westcoast Walker!
Fabulous photos!
Happy Christmas to you and yours!
What a beautiful post WC Walker :O) all the best in 2009!
Ah my friend- now that I am able to properly take a moment to read this post
how beautiful those moments of wonder and grounding in our world are- are they not!
Your trees are beautiful!
Happy Happy New Year
may you find many many moments of beauty
in 2009!
ahh...wow -- i love the little snowman!!
you haven't posted in a while so I've tagged you with a meme. do it if you want to (please).
Sigh...
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