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Photo Challenge: Whispers of the Past amidst the Forest Silence

The brook whispering as it slid past the ice on the banks was the solitary sound in the woods, but I imagined it carried a voice–her voice–from winters past, but not forgotten.  Before I quite caught it, the memory slipped away, as the sparkling water disappeared around the bend.  Yet, the sky shone with an intense blue and  hope returns with the approaching Spring.

Photo Challenge:  Silence  

 

Fleming Creek, Michigan

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“…and pondered them in her heart.”

And they that heard it wondered at the things which the shepherds told.

But Mary kept all these things, and pondered  them in her heart.

Luke 2: 18-19

May we all ponder  in our heart the things of special meaning to us.

Fleming Creek, Michigan

Beauty’s Intoxicating Feeling

The enjoyment of beauty has a peculiar, mildly intoxicating quality of feeling. Beauty has no obvious use; nor is there any clear cultural necessity for it. Yet civilization could not do without it.

–Sigmund Freud

So, as winter sets in and the trees rest in their dormant shade of gray,  memories of summers past and summers to come beguile the time.

Kensington Park, Michigan

Conversations with Athena

 

In the conversation that followed, we recalled the June day, over ten  years ago, when we had first sat next to each other in a public speaking class.  She teasingly reminded me how shy I had been.

I pictured her back then, sharing scenes from her social life: her stories a playful medley, drawing me in, subverting my best defenses.   High school I had spent seeking refuge in a social cubbyhole. Finding myself seated next to this blonde, lissome girl proved a culture shock. I might as well have shared a desk with the goddess Athena; our early conversations had been that one-sided. Linda had been patient with her shy neighbor, and gradually our conversations became a partnership. Through getting to know her, I had stepped into the sunlight. Seeing her again, I wanted to share this, but it came out this way: “I still think of our conversations before class. You were quite the raconteur.”