Yesterday's walk was a blessing after the whole day of grant writing at my computer! It was a slow amble, enjoying the occasional tree frog song, one of my favorite forest sounds.
It was a day to notice the small details;
colors and textures,
patterns of light on bark....
Wounds on a beech tree looking like runes...
A little magical clearing,
beyond a tangle of laurel.
An enchanted gathering of mosses,
and entrances to underworld mysteries,
where curious cats explore....
and blur...
though not his feathery,
swishing tail.
Did he slip for a moment between the veils?
No you say...
just a moment of motion and light
and digital cameras and such.
hmmmm, I wonder....
The long shadows of late afternoon....
and sacred circles,
a map of the inner life of a tree -
a tree going back to earth.
