There is something beautiful about a morning mist descending sleepily upon Mother Earth.
Majestic; veiled in mystery.
A timeless knowing & unknowing, encompassing all; past, present & yet to be.
We are the bold mountains, the morning mist, the birdsong's peace, a greening after rain, glistening on snow caps, a falcon gliding on currents of wind.
We are the heartbeat of the Eternal, gently held & forever loved.
Liz Sorensen Wessel
Photo by ~liz: Idylwild CA, 2/2017
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Thank you for such a moving tribute to the mist, which opens up to all that Planet Earth has to offer us. Nature is life; life is nature, abundantly displayed in all its varied and mysterious forms and conditions–shifting its form eternally.
Stop for a moment this morning; breath deeply; look around you, even in humble surroundings. Don’t you see at least a person, in your mirror, an object, a familiar and loved item in your home, to give thanks for? Look now! Look right away, because these vivid, cherished, images, will one day dissolve like the morning mist!
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I love your ways of seeing & reflecting nuances of spiritual beauty, Liz!!! Thank you for this!
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Oh my golly, Liz! Your photograph and your poem are so moving, original and moving. Thank you for moving to metaphor beyond simile with, “We are the bold mountains…the birdsong’s peace…” So much beauty in such a short post. So eloquent.
Of course, I also love the comments from Anne & Terry!
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Combined with beauty, you challenge us Liz – to be the bold mountains and the heartbeat of God. May we go forth in trust and hope knowing that we are not alone. Thank you Liz.
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I appreciate your encouragement to pause and to breathe Terry, which I have done and to take in our surroundings and to give thanks with gratitude. When we live in awareness of life’s fleeting nature we are less likely to for granted all that is a part of us and to expand the blessings.
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Thanks you for your companionship with us on the Journal, Anne. A appreciate your presence and affirmation here in this sacred space.
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Smile… Erie, thanks so much for your appreciation of mountain mist and thoughts shared. You offer me such encouragement, which I receive with a grateful heart.
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Idylwild…
I see what you are doing here, Liz. An education lesson disguised as a reflection. A short poem, and idyll paired with a scene of nature ( a pastoral). Theocritus would be so proud (no make that grateful) that his wonderings of this intimate world would still be used so many years later. Escape from the veracity of the day, the smog and decay of the political system. Back to nature, the wilderness…
Take a few sonnets of Shakespeare, some words from Khalil Gibran, the light of Love and the friendship of Liz and Woody and you will have a beautiful day.
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Thank you, Maureen, yes we are all intricately connected
The Extended Family
I sought my soul
And the soul could not see.
I sought my God
And God eluded me.
I sought my brother(sister)
And I found all three.
~Anon
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Thank you for the richness of your comment, Jolyon. I love how we all find something different that resonates with us in these reflections, as we all see through our own world lens. I am not sure I am familiar with Theocritus but spiritual truths have their roots in ancient wisdom and spirit is an ever flowing energy of now, as simple and miraculous as our breath- Ruah.
I feel closest to God when in nature…
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I love the synchronicity of the universe. I read an essay this morning about wide open spaces by Omid Safi. He writes, “We are meant to be whole. There is something in us as vast as the whole cosmos. Somewhere deep in our hearts, there is a faculty that reaches out for the whole universe, because it is made in the image of the cosmic Artist.This is what open spaces are: a reminder that our hearts are meant to be open, cast open, flung open so that the whole cosmos is reflected within.”
Happy Valentines Day!
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