Saturday, May 9, 2015

Retreat

      Warm sun, quiet, and solitude make a fine retreat. Fisher Pond offers that and so much more. I forget the resources I have to rejuvenate my soul. They wait for me to surface and remember.


    Curly ferns relaxed as the sun whispered the promise of more days of warmth.


    Criss-cross of twigs and pine needles carpeted the floor. Lichen decorated tree limbs in variegated green.


   Dancers dressed in neon blue darted from leaf to leaf, each grabbing the stage for a solo.


   I came in the morning and left in the afternoon refreshed. Light shifted higher into the sky and tipped towards the west.


Some rocks wore pelts of moss to cushion their rough edges.


    My friend, an adventurer, came to witness. I watched as she documented the yellow flowers on the lily pads. In just a few weeks the pond will be almost completely covered with plants. Only the edges by the rocks will be clear. Change and renewal show me pictures of hope. Hope is a verb. It grows, morphs into unexpected outcomes, and leaves a trail of new promise. I need to be on that trail, always.


     More posts on Fisher Pond. And here.

2 comments:

  1. I really enjoyed your post, from the beautiful photos to the beautiful writing (I'm definitely a believer in both the power of 'forest bathing' and 'hope is a verb'....)....hope you're having a lovely weekend (and will have a GREAT day tomorrow!)....Helen xx

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    1. Thank-you Helen, for leaving your gentle footprints on my blog.

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