Your Sacred Space

It is essential for me

to get back to

nature in the new year.

 

There was a frost on the

lawns in my neighborhood.

This is as close

to the snow as it gets

living here. ; )

 

 

 

The magpies have
unusually long tails.

 

 

 

The skies with their

grey clouds... but have been

so pretty lately.

 

 

 

I often see this white

horse while driving on the

country road close by.

How I wish I could ride him.

 

 

 

Listen to the trees

as they sway in the wind.

Their leaves are

telling secrets.  Their bark

sings songs of olden

days as it grows around the

trunks.  And their

roots give names to all things.

Their language has

been lost. 

But not the gestures.

 

~Vera Nazarian

 

 

Not sure what bird makes

its nest here.

 

 

Got a close up of this

fellow, as he

passed right by me.

 

 

Your sacred space is

where you can find yourself

again and again.

 

~Joseph Campbell

 

That would be nature, for me.

 

~Sheri