A solemn moment. Sometimes it feels as if you know me... all your descriptions of being in the woods (minus the deer, which we do not have in Belgium, where I lived) resound so fully, it is both almost spooky and on the other hand, so familiar. We just came in after walking almost an hour on the narrow paths I made years ago in my wooded acre... we heard the boys play volleyball and then we heard the 2 resident owls hoot and then bark. I saw a glimpse of one in the descending sunlight. Blessed weekend John, and thanks for the beautiful memories.
I had a tree like that. I would climb up (probably too far) and hide among the leaves. I felt as one with the birds, like we were connecting. I remember my devastation when that tree was cut down to make room for a garage. I was so sad. I never shared with my parents or family how I sought out these moments of isolation. But the feeling of the experience is as bright in my mind as if it was yesterday. Thank you for reminding me!
Hi John, this is a beautiful post, it leads one towards Nirvana, a retreat to nature and the love for the simplicity in life...it took me back to my childhood...
Holy unproductivity. Holiness in the moment itself. Made me think of Psalm 46:10… “Be still and know that I am God.” The stillness is calling us where we can truly know. Even in the midst of the busy moments of life and the whirring of the world. A choice to be still.
A solemn moment. Sometimes it feels as if you know me... all your descriptions of being in the woods (minus the deer, which we do not have in Belgium, where I lived) resound so fully, it is both almost spooky and on the other hand, so familiar. We just came in after walking almost an hour on the narrow paths I made years ago in my wooded acre... we heard the boys play volleyball and then we heard the 2 resident owls hoot and then bark. I saw a glimpse of one in the descending sunlight. Blessed weekend John, and thanks for the beautiful memories.
I had a tree like that. I would climb up (probably too far) and hide among the leaves. I felt as one with the birds, like we were connecting. I remember my devastation when that tree was cut down to make room for a garage. I was so sad. I never shared with my parents or family how I sought out these moments of isolation. But the feeling of the experience is as bright in my mind as if it was yesterday. Thank you for reminding me!
Hi John, this is a beautiful post, it leads one towards Nirvana, a retreat to nature and the love for the simplicity in life...it took me back to my childhood...
Your talent really shines through in this writing.
Holy unproductivity. Holiness in the moment itself. Made me think of Psalm 46:10… “Be still and know that I am God.” The stillness is calling us where we can truly know. Even in the midst of the busy moments of life and the whirring of the world. A choice to be still.
Thanks John. A good word.