Here I am once again on the blogsphere. I wish I was here more to talk with you all. Its not that I don't get inspired to write, but my hormonal brain-fog has me focused on my book these days. So much magic is occurring that I tend to record these events in my journal to be transferred to my book writing.
There is so much negative news out there; the oil spill expanding its reach over the gulf, the G-20 summit here in Toronto which seems to inspire fear and overspending, sickness, death and poverty worldwide. Not to diminish these events but to try to see the world in balance I share with you some moments in nature.
I just returned from Algonquin park and many moments of magic happened there.
Canoeing on a lake surrounded by a soft downy substance gifted from trees, which gently floated on the lake surface. Our canoe glided over black endless waters, where light danced under sheer rock faces. I imagined primeval forests inhabited by an ancient people who understood the language of plants and animals, the words uttered at creations grand moment. The echo of my paddle dipping in the water, comprehending water's movement as King Loon graced us with his presence. A moose crossed the road at dusk and enveloped me in a hush as he turned to look back. He acknowledges me as silence salutes the moment and the black eyes of a primordial giant are reabsorbed into a veil of emerald green.
It is difficult to return to the city with all its strange concerns.
