I still haven’t figured out if it’s Bend or if it’s me.
This part of my path is offering me the chance to connect, once again to the natural rhythms of the groundless, Ground in all Her white, wet splendor
With the intention to release expectations, agendas, desires, grasping, ideas of who I “should be,” and “should have been” I discover the magnificence of the monochrome landscapes and the stamina required to walk a path that is longer than I knew or wanted
Ah, the reward of the effort … sparkles and glows from within and without A mysterious blue from the depths of the ice wall stirs my soul with wonder, and protects us from the icy spray felt just a few months ago
At the source of a MetoliusRiver, the waters swirl their blue green life and continue their journey out of the mountain, down, and around as the geese arrive for the night.
Under heavy snowflakes the cold air and hot bath create copious fog hiding the external details we see in each other, while providing shelter to soak into the darkness that illuminates the surfacing irregular patterns.
With sword in hand and heart, we reach to open the breath between us Even though walls exist, eyes welcome the universal longing to unity, again.
Returning home I descend elevations as the snow turns to ice then to rain.
Now, I am again grateful for all the beauty experienced and revealed; kindnesses, deliciousness, and the chance to again contemplate the remarkable transformative power of water, and all that water is, does and represents – Life – changing, flowing, cleansing, quenching, cooling, warming, smoothing, and sustaining.
