Tag Archives: faith

Where Dusk is a Sheltering Cloak

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs:
Come, my friends,
‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.
–Alfred Tennyson, Ulysses

On the shore of  a Northern lake, the lingering dusk is a sheltering cloak, an invitation
to contemplation. 

Hartwick Pines, Michigan

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Subtle Something that Renews the Spirit

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air, that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
–Robert Louis Stevenson

just inland from Lake Huron

Huron National Forest, Michigan

As a Stranger, Give It Welcome

The power of the suggestive is much greater than the statement of reality.
C.W. Mundy

 

And so it is that dappled sunlight reflected on a brook can touch you with a feeling of serenity that will re-visit you later, perhaps unexpectedly.  If this seems strange, then as a stranger give it welcome.

Matthaei Gardens, Michigan

Friday Proverb: Not Provoked

The discretion of a person defers his anger; and it is his glory to pass over a provocation.
Proverbs 19:11

Apparently, Scripture anticipated social media by about 3,000 years.  One antidote to provocation is to drink in the serenity that Nature offers, as in the dappled light and subtle reflections captured along  this Michigan creek.

Fleming Creek, Michigan

 

Serendipity is a Gentle Goddess

“A lake is a landscape’s most expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.”
—Henry David Thoreau

Among the ancient pines of Michigan’s northern forests,  I happened upon this jewel of a lake.  Serendipity is a gentle goddess.

 

Hartwick Pines, Michigan

Sunday Cathedral in the Ancient Trees

This is the largest stand of unlogged trees in Michigan, at Hartwick Pines.  Some of the oldest began their life’s journey  when the early French explorers were paddling their canoes on the Great Lakes in the 1700s.  By late evening, the sunlight has fled the lower stories of the forest, leaving its golden traces aloft.

Hartwick Pines, Michigan