In the face of this rioting season of color, harvest, and turbulant storms, I have been facing a couple of old hauntings: heartbreak and betrayal. A new twist in the opportunities and probabilities of healing, releasing, accepting life as new, beautiful, full, rich. Out my window a heavy-lidded moon holds high-watch.
Rilke says, There is only one journey. Going inside yourself. Sometimes I say, Nooooooo! Anything but that!
Today was a day of heavy rain, of the sun breaking through, of rainbows and piles of clouds. Persimmons are hanging on trees that are dropping their bright orange leaves to the ground. It is all so beautiful, even the process of early evening darkness quieting the rash colors.
There is nothing to fear.
xoxoLC
7 comments:
Sigh
heavy sigh
the journey...
Oh how I often do not want to go, and how often life packs my bags for me...
And the sun shined down upon me and I planted trees and sat in the shade of the skeleton trees and whispered to the crystal blue skies...
and on the wind I send love...
Is there ever a time we can stop going inside?
Beautiful pictures,
beautiful words!
Thank you.
x0x0 N2
I just love that M L'Engle quote and this post. Thanks for popping in farmsuite... it's lovely to meet you!
Peace to you.
Beautiful photos and writing and quotes.
:) what a lovely post...and i love the rilke, thank you for reminding me of it. we used to live in sonoma county, so 'tis wonderful to "visit" the hills of nor cal again.
Such stunningly beautiful writing. You paint with your words so wonderfully. I'm so glad I found your blog home.
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