A sunset over the water,
Perfect though not flawless:
Human power lines intersect with Douglas firs, salmon water,
a burgeoning painted sky, and leafless alders whose twiggy branches create
negative space wonders of geometry…
We sit at an indoor table, awed by the natural view-becoming
that we see with ease from hard
chairs;
We stand on a rock and cement porch littered with brown pine
needles, knowing we are blessed to feel the cold spikes
of air on our gaped-mouth chins as we wonder how
we ever could have left this land of daily ecosplendor.
The seeming hardship of moving boxes, fifty mile detours
around a closed interstate, and middle-aged bedlessness begins to dim in light of the glowing colors at the horizon, reflected
in sensuous ripples of mauve, peach, and Shwedagon-Pagoda-gold-leaf in the
waters of the port across our little country road.
Home is an “inside
job” for explorers like us - glorified transients – the heart’s work...helped
along by the soulfood of Nature...equals hearth, warm and burning brightly within.
All blog images created & photographed by Jennifer J. Wilhoit unless otherwise noted. Please circulate images with photo credit: "©2015 JenniferJWilhoit/TEALarbor stories. AllRightsReserved."
