I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth

Friday, August 22, 2014

Deep thoughts...

In the spring I found this beautiful flower on the side of our country road.

This lovely, blue flower was a charming hello on my spring walk.

Tonight I saw it again and its end of the summer appearance is much different than before. 

The seeds are still inside waiting for the winds of Autumn to blow them back into the ground so they can reappear in the Spring of the following year.

This is why I think the concept of reincarnation has some merit.
There would be a seed inside of me that would wait...
In a place that no one can find... for its own safety.
When I die, whether I'm cremated or just put back into the ground, that seed will lay in wait, until the right forces are in play and then...
I will bloom again.
Only in a different way and I'm sure it's more complicated than this.
But, who knows...
Maybe it isn't. Maybe it's just that simple.
Maybe that seed is this flower's heaven...
And its hope.
 
 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Finding the heart of our unending Summer...

...One impulse from a vernal wood 
May teach you more of man, 
 Of moral evil and of good, 
Than all the sages can.
 Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; 
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: 
We murder to dissect. 
Enough of science and of art; 
Close up those barren leaves;
 Come forth and bring with you a heart 
That watches and receives.

( William Wordsworth   'TheTablesTurned', stanzas 6^8.)