"Master?" Pah! (Spelled p-a-h) I was trying to catch a nap in my hermit hut when there was all this commotion outside so I thought I'd emerge and throw my two farthings in. 🙂
Standing in front of all that power and beauty does heal our ailments. It sounds as if a voice in your head, your imner self, said "be still and silent." You got a glimpse into Greatness.
Perry, I don't understand your words but they strike me as very important. Where was the power and beauty? What is Greatness? Help an old, befuddled guy out!
I am 66. The Beauty is apparent in how Nature appears to us and all species; we are part of it. We are not outsude as observers, although we can observe..
The Power is often unseen and hidden, like in this photo, but when Nature does show or reveal her Power, such as in a thunderstorm, roaring seas, tidal wave, etc., we stand in awe and often in fear. Humans are no match for Nature. The sooner we learn that the better.
Thank you Perry! That helps me. I understand what you said now about Beauty and Power. And I think I can see what you mean about Greatness too. You obviously are very perceptive and have the wisdom of your years. That means a life of some depth!
“I am not sure why, but I like having my imagination fill in the image of what the trail and the sunshine would have looked like rather than simply documenting it with my eyes and my camera.” Such a good point, Neil, I totally agree.
Beautiful post, Neil. It is enlivening to be in the woods and see the sunshine on a stretch of trail and realize how we have a choice as to how to engage with the environment, how to proceed, where to go. Thank you for sharing this moment which takes us beyond the mere factual and into the stuff of poets.
Thanks Heidi and much appreciated. The way those late morning rays of sunshine shone on the trail definitely made it tempting to go back and see it for myself, but I am glad I did not and perhaps that decision made the memory that much stronger.
Thanks B2 and agreed.
Another sage appears in the forest clearing! First, Master Neil, then Sage Perry, then Sage Baird. Where are the women?
"Master?" Pah! (Spelled p-a-h) I was trying to catch a nap in my hermit hut when there was all this commotion outside so I thought I'd emerge and throw my two farthings in. 🙂
Profound! Profound!
Thanks Michael.
If life is viewed as one long hike, what does it mean forward or back? What are those trails better imagined than seen?
Standing in front of all that power and beauty does heal our ailments. It sounds as if a voice in your head, your imner self, said "be still and silent." You got a glimpse into Greatness.
Perry, I don't understand your words but they strike me as very important. Where was the power and beauty? What is Greatness? Help an old, befuddled guy out!
I am 66. The Beauty is apparent in how Nature appears to us and all species; we are part of it. We are not outsude as observers, although we can observe..
The Power is often unseen and hidden, like in this photo, but when Nature does show or reveal her Power, such as in a thunderstorm, roaring seas, tidal wave, etc., we stand in awe and often in fear. Humans are no match for Nature. The sooner we learn that the better.
Thank you Perry! That helps me. I understand what you said now about Beauty and Power. And I think I can see what you mean about Greatness too. You obviously are very perceptive and have the wisdom of your years. That means a life of some depth!
I am glad that I could help.
Thanks Perry and well-put: "be still and silent." This is something I am trying to do more on my Nature walks and hikes.
“I am not sure why, but I like having my imagination fill in the image of what the trail and the sunshine would have looked like rather than simply documenting it with my eyes and my camera.” Such a good point, Neil, I totally agree.
Thanks Sydney.
Beautiful post, Neil. It is enlivening to be in the woods and see the sunshine on a stretch of trail and realize how we have a choice as to how to engage with the environment, how to proceed, where to go. Thank you for sharing this moment which takes us beyond the mere factual and into the stuff of poets.
Thanks Heidi and much appreciated. The way those late morning rays of sunshine shone on the trail definitely made it tempting to go back and see it for myself, but I am glad I did not and perhaps that decision made the memory that much stronger.
That’s a great point, Neil. It’s how a sense of mystery sparks our memory.