Friday, November 19, 2010

A winding road and whoopee! Hafiz!

I took a little side trip on the way home yesterday when the sun was still shining.    It isn't today.  I hear that a storm is on its way, and like clockwork, the sky gets heavier and darker.  Of course, this is to be expected, beings how it's past mid November.  I for one, lament the letting go of summer and early fall glory.  It could be said that I whine and grumble about this phase.

The road I took winds up a canyon, crooks along side a tributary to the Rushing River.  If I were to follow this road for an hour or so, I would circle around, up, down and over, ending up at my front door.  No where am I far from  home.  I met about 15 individual gravel trucks coming out of the canyon, which was interesting since it is a one-way road in many places.  Fortunately I am confident of using dirt turn-outs, and the truck drivers where very friendly with smiles and waves.  I know, I was thinking that too: "Lady!  Get home!"

I rhapsodise about the Buck Eye.  I love this tree in every season.  It is just special in my eye.  I am awed by how aesthetic it is, regardless of season, weather, terrain.

This one landed in the crevice of a rock, and there she is.

Which reminds me:  I have discovered that Daniel Landinsky has a new book of Hafiz out, and I cannot wait to get my hands upon it asap.  I Heard God Laughing is the title.  

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself
a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.
The truth has shared so much of itself with me that I can no longer
think of myself as a man, a woman, an angel, or even pure soul.
Existence has become so saturated with laughter it has freed me of every
concept and image a mind could ever war with.

I call this as lucky as a person can get.


Ms. Moon said...

I call it as lucky as a person can get, too. Yes. I yearn for such enlightenment.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for taking this eager reader along for an autumn drive--and for the poem that goes with the journey! I love the darkness in these photographs, which, like the sky, brings a beauty-that-begins-winter to the fading glory of the fall.

Merry ME said...

Wouldn't it be cool, if like the Buckeye we could just plant our feet wherever we land, take root and blossom? Maybe some people can do it, but not me. I'm still not sure where my roots are.

Elizabeth said...

I love that. Thank you for turning us on to it --

AkasaWolfSong said...

Such beautiful imagery both in photo and word Laura...

And I agree!

Blessings and Light!

N2 said...

Love the way you pull us into the trees with your pictures and words and then lift us into the ether with new words from Hafiz. Blessings on you, Dear One! x0x0 N2

Jendocino said...

The shadows and branches are lovely. Textural, like your writing!

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