"Water pouring over lichen-padded rocks celebrates its journey with unceasing roar -- jubilation constant as rocks and running water. Magic lives here, home to spirits, creatures and elements. Moving air, moving water, solid (so it seems) rock lining the river bed, sun moving across the sky, plants growing and changing in season -- all conditions perfect for the presence of magic and mystery. This fulsome Presence awaits when I empty myself - clearing my calendar to get myself here, opening and emptying my mind, freeing my heart and spirit to accept, to receive this awesome blessing. Emptiness and fullness come and go hand-in-hand, one allowing and receiving the other, each giving rise to each in unending magical flow. I can fill with the river as it washes me clean, releasing the old. I can be the rocks, tumbled and polished along the way. I can be the riverbed, foundation, basis for the flow. I can be the shore, marking the boundary and channeling the rushing force of energy. I can be the verdant growth, strong and tender at once. I can be the flying crow, uplifted on the airy nothing. I can be the wispy cloud, diaphanous and shape-shifting. I can be the beaming sun, powering the process of life. I can be the endless sky -- not a thing, really, but nothingness named, thus becoming something. I can be the vastness of the beyond. I can be the spacious grace inside invisible molecules and atoms, existing because I say so. And once said, I am left in the wordless, the silence within all sound. Like a salamander sunning on a rock, like skipper bugs walking on water, there is nothing left to do but be. And in the being, life is lived easily and with grace, holding when I hold, dancing when I dance, letting go when I let go. So here I sit, sun-drenched, soul-drenched, doing nothing, being in the pattern of it all." |
| Summer Solstice 2001- Time of inspiration and fullness |
| Red Currant blossoms greet us as if we were expected guests in the forest. |