'the water talks to itself', woot! Oh, the comfort—the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person—having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,but pouring them all right out,just as they are,chaff and grain together;certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,keep what is worth keeping,and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.—Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Oh, John O'Donahue, he's the man all right!And isn't walking with one's own two feet the very pen with which the poems are written in the ink of silence?Your post reminds me a little of this one, replete with quotations about the inspirational value of walking.
What a lovely place to walk.....
Thanks for the poem Brian - and the compliment :)Vincent - you're a poet, too! Thanks for the link. I enjoyed "walking" there.Molly - it is a beautiful nature preserve. Come walk with me!Meggie - it's an "ahhhh" place in every season.
Just beautiful. Nothing at all else I can say.
I love this. Such exquisite images and YES, poetry IS the language of silence. Which explains why I can't write poetry. I'm not good at silence! Thanks for this.
Pauline, are those your pictures? They're lovely, very stark and beautiful.
Thank you Jeannette!Reya - silence is just another way of listening. You do it with your body work, I bet :)Yes, Shara, these are my photographs. I'm learning. I have an excellent teacher in Peter B.
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