The whole of nature has its ways of reflecting perfection, when we take that momentary pause in which we can step back to appreciate such things. Even, as I posted yesterday, in death there is room for new life; out of captivity, freedom. In silence, I come to better appreciate the small and unobtrusive ways, not just the large, noticeable ones, in which sound enriches my world: water burbling down a ditch, breeze-stirred grasses, bees that sing soft love songs to their golden pollen treasures. In stillness, I relish each breath and every tentative movement as the wind kicks up a little and sets the empty park swings in motion again. Out of wintry darkness and overcast days, I more consciously embrace a bright afternoon and its combed, silky clouds.
In a moment of quiet reverence, I, too, can reflect such perfection better and am made more whole and beautiful.
stunning blue skies … the better to appreciate it all
Much as I crave the rain here, I’m still a sucker for the dazzlingly sunny days! Yesterday evening was a stunning sunset, looking like a massive tangerine was perched on the horizon right behind the nearest oaks. Ahhh!!!
Wow, such a lovely and beautiful piece, loved it!! Thank you. Namaste, Michelle
Namaste, my friend! 🙂
Beautiful, that’s all 😊 xxx
Thank you, my sweet!
You’ve said what I’ve wanted to say, but couldn’t say it quite this way. See, a vile attempt at poetry:) But really, I do mean it. Love this post.
Kindness and generosity have plenty of inherent poetry for my taste! Your every note is valued here. Thanks! 😀