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WPC, Tour Guide: Mildly Intoxicating Feeling of Beauty

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

Nothing quite as serene as  a summer sunset over a local Michigan lake,  the sky lit by a golden glow and a stillness in the air.

Photo Challenge:  Tour Guide 

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

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Photo Challenge, Favorites: Sunlight, Play and Renewal

Always in search of the playful quality of light in Michigan’s forests, I happened upon this scene confirming summer’s renewal.

“Play is the answer to how anything new comes about.”
– Jean Piaget

Photo Challenge:  Favorites  

near Ann Arbor, 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

WPC: A Serenity More Profound and Emotions without Words

Forthwith a change came over the waters, and the serenity became less brilliant but more profound.
—-Joseph Conrad

The Au Sable River in northern Michigan always brings to mind memories of boyhood vacations, now viewed from the serenity of distance, but on a summer’s day still calling up emotions without words.

Photo Challenge:  Serene 

au sable river, michigan

Au Sable River, Michigan

Photo Challenge, Satisfaction: A Summer Sun’s Invitation

Always satisfying when the summer sun sends you an invitation to walk out on a woodland train, and the more so when awaiting you at the end of the trail is a pond mirroring the sky.

Photo Challenge:  Satisfaction 

The work will wait while you show the child the rainbow, but the rainbow won’t wait while you do the work.

-Erik Erikson

 

Let He Who Is Without Sin Cast the First Stone

let he who is without sin cast the first stone

Reclaiming the spirit of the law

(Repost)

A feverish look shines from the eyes of a young woman as three men in cloaks of fine linen march her into the village square. Her skin is the color of olives; her long, dark hair is not plaited.  She wears a plain robe woven from wool and on her feet sandals of leather. Derisive catcalls and cries of “Adulterer!” “Harlot!” greet her from the gauntlet through which she is pushed and prodded. The white disk of the noonday sun allows no  forgiving shadows.

 The local Inquisitors are using the young  woman as bait, setting a trap to ensnare an itinerant rabbi from far-off Nazareth, who teaches in parables and dares to question their authority. They confront him as he stands near the well, observing the trial about to begin. The laws of Moses command that adulterers be stoned, they taunt him, what say you about this one?

Jesus knows his foes well, these thin-lipped dogmatists of the letter of the law. In all their studies of the prophets, they have forgotten nothing and learned nothing. He has foiled their stratagems before, and he regards them with an expressionless scorn. The crowd impatiently awaits his reply.  Stones in hand, they have their work to do.  Jesus does not speak immediately. Looking  over the crowd, he  says in a voice that carries to the far side of the square:

“He that is without sin among you, let him cast a stone at her.”

Jesus fixes a steady gaze on the Inquisitors, as their smirk of arrogance fades. Those among the crowd who a minute ago were crying for the woman’s blood now have silent tongues. The faintest of breezes rustles the leaves on the sycamore trees. Somewhere in the distance, a child cries. The  Pharisees are reduced to shuffling away in silence; not a word of response have they spoken. They are convicted by their own consciences. The crowd disperses, pondering Jesus’ words. “What does it mean?” a voice asks. No one has a ready answer.

The young woman alone remains with Jesus. She stands silently, in a daze. The cold sweat trickles down her back. I do not condemn you, Jesus says, and she feels the strength returning to her legs. She begins to weep, as relief flows  through her like a river. But Jesus is not one for situational ethics.    He places a hand on her shoulder and says,  “Go, and sin no more.” Before leaving, the woman gets a cool cup of water from the well and offers it to Jesus. He smiles, but with sadness in his eyes, and thanks her.

For one sun bleached afternoon, the law tempered with mercy is redeemed from the ones with bloodless lips who would see it etched into stone. Jesus has spared a woman who broke one of Moses’ laws; in so doing, he has invited the wrath of the patriarchs.  Jesus knows that soon they will have their day.

Photo Challenge, Security: Memories of Lazy July Afternoons

In long ago July days, security was the gentle  sound of water lapping at the shores of this Michigan river, where my grandparents’ love enfolded me during lazy summer vacations…

Photo Challenge:  Secure   

au sable river, michigan

Au Sable River, Michigan

or the busy sound of this brook rushing over rocks…

 

pine river, michigan

…or the crunch of gravel under tires on rustic back roads.

Pigeon River Forest, Michigan