Beautiful morning in Spokane today. Sunny, cold, beautiful!
“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” ― Edgar Allan Poe
Look deeper –
“To change ourselves effectively, we first had to change our perceptions.” ― Stephen R. Covey
“We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.” ― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
Consider a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees are to look at, we don’t see what goes on underground – as they grow roots. Trees must develop deep roots in order to grow strong and produce their beauty. But we don’t see the roots. We just see and enjoy the beauty. In much the same way, what goes on inside of us is like the roots of a tree. ~~~Joyce Meyer
At present, I am mainly observing the physical motion of mountains, water, trees and flowers. One is everywhere reminded of similar movements in the human body, of similar impulses of joy and suffering in plants. ~~~Egon Schiele
Trees spark my imagination!! And that is about all I have to say.
I have a limited ability to express my love of sky, land, and water. Empty of most man made items. Or in other cases being very limited in what we place in it or on it. It’s like closing your eyes and taking a deep breath of fresh air.
We live in a world of complicated chaos and seem to barely notice or appreciate the loudness, or quietness of nature. Calms the mind if you can slow down enough to catch it!
Rainy day walking to work and with only my phone I catch birds sneaking away the flower and fruit offerings sitting outside doorways. Usually it’s meat from the butcher’s shop. This was much more interesting and pretty to watch.
The Jungle Book(1967) Baloo, birds of a feather should flock together. You wouldn’t marry a panther now, would you? Like a stork, yeah. But he ain’t got no feathers, he ain’t.
Wuthering Heights(1939) If she’s run off with that gypsy scum, let her run. Let her run through storm and Hell. They’re birds of a feather and the Devil can take them both. Now, get me a bottle.