Month: January 2017

So heavy my heart
the shadow speaks of substance
but there is no sound

If to myself–“God sometimes interferes”–
I said, my faith at once would be struck blind.
I see him all in all, the lifting mind,
Or nowhere in the vacant miles and years.
A love he is that watches and that hears,
Or but a mist fumed up from minds of men,
Whose fear and hope reach out beyond their ken.

George MacDonald

This Place

How timeless the themes
These chasms of changelessness
The unspoken speaks

As the days go by, I hope to post some of my work from the Arizona Highways Women’s Retreat at Vermillion Cliffs in northern Arizona. It was in late October. Although I was not physically up to par, the journey was truly worth the time and effort because the light….oh the light was just indescribable….except through my tripodded lens and the haiku I plan to write for each photo…Why a haiku you may ask? Because each photo evokes for me far more than a mere title could convey and I hope you will be able to take away a little of the visual feast that each day offered.

So this is where it begins….a new dawn, a new year, a new decade!

The first thing I read this new day of this new 2017 was written by George MacDonald (from his Diary of an Old Soul compiled by CS Lewis)

Lord, what I once had done with youthful might
Had I been from the first true to the truth,
Grant me, now old, to do– with better sight.
And humbler heart, if not the brain of youth,
So wilt thou, in thy gentleness and ruth
Lead back thy old soul, by the path of pain,
Round to his best- young eyes and heart and brain.