Wandering mindfully in the Daniel Boone National Forest in Kentucky, where I had an inspiring vacation last month, I found myself enamored by the wondrous and varied rock formations.
Crags and outcrops whittled and sculpted by water and wind over hundreds of millions of years have become arches, bridges, caves, windows, shelters, and exquisite pieces of living art.
As the water seeps through cracks in the sandstone, slowly eroding its façade, shapes and designs appear. This one is clearly a tortoise.
Recognizing the sacred, I sit. My heartrate slows with this intimate exchange. Through the heart, the connection is made. Giant rocks are the best meditation teachers. The wisdom of stillness.
These primordial symbols of eternity were both intriguing and enchanting.
Numinous being with your steadfast wisdom, thank you for mesmerizing me with your deep eternal mystery, conveying the divinity within us all. I am spellbound.
Portals to another place…
In the ever evolving movement of our lives, we flow, overcoming and transmuting our struggles, floating on the Power of the Divine.
Tranquil, enduring design of waves gone by. You teach us to withstand and embrace the swells and currents of our lives, allowing ourselves to be shaped and transformed by strength and vulnerability.
Pearls of wisdom, the colors of serenity.
I am immersed in the masterpieces of abstract art all around me.
In this artistic cave, I can easily stand beneath the arch under the green wall. I am humbled by the enormity. Whole communities of people lived in this dwelling place.
Looking through the window to the sky, the tones of color created by water and earthy minerals catch my breath.
Absorbing this energy and offering mine, I feel composure and integrity. Plants growing on moss, growing on different moss, growing on lichen growing on this jaggedy edged friend. Love in the face of loyalty.
Charmed by a jewel that reflects and holds the Light.
Like being inside of a mysterious wave or a tunnel to the unknown.
Ah, the relationship between the immortal and the ephemeral. The sylvan faeries congregate, enfolded in the solid embrace of their wetted home, as their devoted guardian, worn by weather, delights in their presence.
Walking in balance across the bridge connecting where were have been to something beyond struggle and mortality. From chaos to acceptance, truth and peace. Grace.
As we let go of the layers, and as we age – we are changed. Each wrinkle, each spot tells a story. Character.
In the eternal constancy of our Souls amidst change, we build endurance and substance.
Movement dances on the immovable. The harmony of base and treble; discipline and unbridled play.
Gently, the moist breeze flutters, showing off the intricate green make up worn by this gigantic face.
Hidden, hallowed cave, into which one travels to the mysterious and shadowy underworld. In an alternate reality, it is the secret fort of a young tom boy girl.
Gentle feminine strength and stability.
Swathed in a cloak of pebbles and moss, the ancient one breathes.
In admiration, I gaze upon power and permanence. Perseverance of a climb offers strength and perspective to complete one’s quest.
Thank you Mother Earth, for your peace, which is keenly felt. Thank you for tranquility, solidity and the wisdom in your presence. Thank you for your strength, your guidance, your perpetual entertainment, your enduring Love and for teaching us all how to be our most Authentic Selves through example. Thank you for sharing your Beauty. Happy Mother’s Day.