Photo Sunday, 7/12/20

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• The Lord's Prayer & the 23rd Psalm help, also.

• I experienced an overwhelming emotion in the presence of nature, especially at evening. It began to have a kind of sacramental character for me. I approached it with a sense of almost religious awe and, in a hush that comes before sunset, I felt again the presence of an almost unfathomable mystery. The song of the birds, the shape of the trees, the colors of the sunset, were so many signs of the presence, which seemed to be drawing me to itself.”
  ― Bede Griffiths

• That would make such a nice poster where it could serve as a frequent reminder!
  Marvelous!

• A little too abstract, a little too wise,
  It is time for us to kiss the earth again,
  It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies,
  Let the rich life run to the roots again.

  I will go down to the lovely Sur Rivers
  And dip my arms in them up to the shoulders.
  I will find my accounting where the alder leaf quivers
  In the ocean wind over the river boulders.

  I will touch things and things and no more thoughts,
  That breed like mouthless May-flies darkening the sky,
  The insect clouds that blind our passionate hawks
  So that they cannot strike, hardly can fly.

  Things are the hawk's food and noble is the mountain, Oh noble
  Pico Blanco, steep sea-wave of marble.

  - Robinson Jeffers