Magical MondayPosted: August 20, 2012
When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children, when we know love in our hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash — at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the “newness,” the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, all these provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance.
~ Thomas Merton
Sometimes the early mornings by the pond are so dreamlike that I’m not sure if I’m awake or asleep.
I fell asleep to the sound of rain last night, and awakened to a land and pond shrouded in mist.
As the fire of the sun met the water of the fog, magic happened.
Magical places are always beautiful and deserve to be contemplated… Always stay on the bridge between the invisible and the visible.
~ Paulo Coelho
When you’re touched by magic, nothing’s ever quite the same again. What really makes me sad is all those people who never have the chance to know that touch. They’re too busy, or they just don’t hold with make-believe, so they shut the door without really knowing it was there to be opened in the first place.
~ Charles de Lint
I’ve been trying to come up with my own words for this post, and there’s nothing. Peace, quiet, beauty, light… it feels impossible to describe how wondrous it was this morning. Awe-inspiring. Breathtaking. Stunning. I wish the camera could transport you there so you could see, hear, and feel it for yourself.
The morning was a gift of light and fog and magic.
Thanks for stopping by and walking with me through the fog and light. Sorry I was unable to string together words and photos in a coherent way today. Magical mornings often leave me wordless.
Wishing you a wonder-filled day, a joyful evening, and a peaceful night.