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IMAGES
Images burst into my mind and I catch them before they fly away.
Watching
the sun set in Big Sur, with the roiling surf below and the cliffs to the sea
filled with patches of wildflowers displaying their colors for those who would
see, and delight in them.
Waterfalls on the road to Hana when we saw the sun peeping out after a
drenching rain; flowers trying not to droop from the raindrops on their petals;
and surging waterfalls, with children diving from the very top to reach the
cool, deep water pooling below.
Skies darkening, warning us of a winter storm to come, envisioning, with
my heart pumping, the scary feeling when the booms of thunder pound at my ears,
and the flashes of lightning filling the sky and
making me think of God’s anger.
The shafts of light glimmering through treetops; and being soothed by the
soft whisper of leaves as they spiral in a dance with the breeze, and sometimes
land right on my head, or on a hand reached out for them.
Shining stars on an Arizona desert formed millions of years ago where we
found a sky full of stars and the Big Dipper, and lingered to marvel at the
magnificence of the arid landscape, an eerie sort of place, Indian territory it
used to be, with huge Saguaro cactus hundreds of years old, river beds powder
dry waiting for the rain to come and overflow the banks, all ours for a while.
Statuesque and majestic mountains leading up to the top of the world,
tipped with a dollop of whipped cream made out of pure crystals of snow
sparkling from their view of the sun; so high, with their crested peaks, so
unattainable to all but the finest mountain climber; or a goat.
For a while I close my eyes and become one with them.
Fragile flowers in the spring, peeping through the earth to reach the
sun, and tiny creatures crawling through the underbrush and onto bushes showing
their new growth looking for company I guess, or someone to bite, like me.
Soft waves of slow dripping water after a rain, and rainbows arching,
stunning our eyes with beauty; reflections on still water, rippling when a
breeze arrives, but then slowly calming so we can see the clouds and trees
magically mirrored on the surface.
Walking in the early morning light where eagles soar in blue skies with
white puffy clouds; disappearing before you can say, “look its an eagle”
thrilled with the grace of their flight; and listening to the morning chatter of
birds organizing their day, the leaders giving orders, and replies heard from
all over, filling the woods with bird sounds, some raucous, some a delight to
the ear.
The anticipation of fall, and the first frost turning the leaves into
splendorous color, for a time, while we savor the unfolding of exquisite beauty;
the wood smoke and crisp air, hot cider with wisps of cinnamon floating by; and
roaming through the forest trails with falling leaves rustling beneath our
shoes, hand-in-hand with another, or alone; watching the squirrels flying
through the branches, with furry tails twitching, searching for nuts to store to
survive another cold winter.
The resplendence of the images forever in my mind, to bring forth in all
their beauty, when we need them. We
have the eyes to see the beauty all around us, but only if we believe and take
the time to really look.
Take the time and find your path to a new awareness, a whole new world of
breathtaking visions, and peace within.
Nancy J. Keim
Creative Images
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