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Sunday, February 8, 2015
I Heart Macro 90
a brightly robed pilgrim paused
she was her own prayer
Oh the comforting weight of these snow laden days. Often I sit by the window, watch the motion of falling. Falling, falling, it becomes a visual mantra, holding my attention fairly steady for quite a while; perhaps not as long as I imagine, still, a taste of timelessness. And I listen to the wild wind through the trees and the ice crystals strangely dry as desert sands from the arctic air. They skitter and scratch as they cross our roof. A single leaf visits momentarily then vanishes.
Other days I brave the cold venture out layered for warmth, puffed up like those fat robins in our back yard filling their bellies with red berries that hang just over the fence. Well, perhaps I resemble an overstuffed couch more than downy birds. I am certainly not as light on my feet. It is a marvel how they dance delicately branch-to-branch appearing so unwieldy in their winter garb.
I must be an ungainly sight to those passing in cars as I tramp down a main road off our street that adjoins the village to nearby towns. I make my way to the opening of a small wooded sanctuary I enjoy. Plodding down a hill toward the creek, crossing over the icy trickle, flurries cling briefly to my eyelashes.
Slightly thicker limbs, nearly black against the slate sky invite me to investigate. They stretch out above the endless white blanket on the ground, as yet untarnished by my clunky boots. Only the hieroglyphs of small animals have left their temporary marks ahead, disappearing even as I approach, the snow falling, falling, falling.
I stop. Stand still exhaling life vapor, blinking wide-eyed at the magic; this multitude of impossibly beautiful distinctions revealed within the unity of being. A peaceful sigh aligned with the grace of these precious ordinary moments. Grateful for these weeks of winter storms and the soft dreamy spell they’ve cast across the landscape, outside and in, on this seasonal journey.
Yes another snow storm has begun, feathery flakes so far, they will increase through the night and all day tomorrow at least. Who knows, perhaps another 12"s or so?
Welcome to Week Ninety
I Heart Macro
"Pure awareness transcends thinking... It allows you to look at the world once again with open eyes. And when you do so, a sense of wonder and quiet contentment begins to reappear in your life."~Mark Williams and Danny Pennman, from Mindfulness An Eight-Week Plan For Finding Peace In A Frantic World
It is time for YOU to share the love up-close with YOUR
I Heart Macro offerings!
Enjoy slowing down with your camera, paying full attention, observing beauty and curiosities many people pass right by. Your generosity of spirit and keen eyes may open the door to miniscule miracles and mirth others would not have access to otherwise. Feel free to include poetry, prose and thoughts your macro photo or series inspire(s) in you. Writing is completely optional for participation. Straight out of the camera (SOC), edited, color, black and white, anything goes as long as you bring the viewer near to whatever it is that drew your heart's attention and "woke you up" to full presence.
Please link back to my blog either by copying and pasting the button provided above on your post, or by linking the words "I Heart Macro" back to my blog with this link: shinethedivinecreativityisaspiritualpractice.com.
By sharing the link, visitors to your blog will learn about this meme and have a chance to participate as well if they so choose.
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The I Heart Macro Linky opens tonight,
Sunday evening at 8pm EST
and remains open for you to share your close-up images all week long!