These hills hold mysteries of ancient times and creatures
Secretly responsive to the interplay
Of sun and cloud
These yielding bodies undulate
Softly,
Blushing and blanching
Darkening and lightening
In turn—dancing to the rhythmic tides
Of light and shadow
Upon their breasts.
Of sun and cloud
These yielding bodies undulate
Softly,
Blushing and blanching
Darkening and lightening
In turn—dancing to the rhythmic tides
Of light and shadow
Upon their breasts.
| "I remembered lying on the desert floor. I felt the small stones and shells beneath me. I felt the scratchy branches of sage and broken sticks of the rabbit brush. My sense of closeness to the Divine was thick and heavy. It seemed there were no actions to take, no words to make,nothing to want. The world disappeared. I wished it could last forever, that those moments would own me, define me; that those moments would deliver me into my future forever." |
Words attributed to Sealth,
also known as Chief Seattle:
"This we know:
the earth does not belong
to man, man belongs to
the earth.
All things are connected
like the blood that unites
all. Man did not weave the
web of life, he is merely a
strand in it.
Whatever he does to the
web, he does to himself."
Ginny's camera looks back from our hike
above the Blue Basin Cathedral
above the Blue Basin Cathedral
| Photos by N. Collie 3/08 |
