The whistle of the pines replaces the chatter of my mind, so for once, I am moving in stillness.
It is late in the morning, the heat in the valley is prickling and so we head up, leaving the chapel below…
…and start to climb. Diving into shade’s coolness…
…I hear Remi’s breathing beside me. He pulls up ahead and I follow that reassuring in and out.
The light splays through the barren branches like feathers aflame…
…yet as weightless as a dragonfly.
Another form of chapel is here, open to all and sundry…
We stop, take count…
…resourcing and readying for the next adventures on the trail ahead.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone.
Looks like Summer has really settled in for the longer haul!! Wow – wonderful I can almost smell the pine needles!!
I can imagine the scent of the pines…nothing like it…especially on a hot summer's day…all that lovely coolness within the enchanted world of a forest. Gorgeous way to spend the day!
Needed to read this tonight after the raging storm here last night. A gentle place, where you were. Oh, for gentleness. Thank you for describing it so wonderfully.
Hello Miss! Looks like a great forest for truffles. Time to make those doggies earn their keep.
Another form of chapel indeed.
Gorgeous.
Okay, first of all: 'The whistle of the pines replaces the chatter of my mind, so for once, I am moving in stillness.' Swoon.
Secondly, weightless as a dragonfly made me take this deep, sighing, cleansing breath.
Thanks for being you. And, more importantly, putting you out there.
So much like the walk we took this morning. And yes, the woods does feel like a chapel when it is quiet and the light sifts down through the trees. A place to just Be. Gorgeous.
When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the
cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don't know ourselves.
Cool, unlying life will rush in,
and passion will make our bodies taut with power,
we shall stamp our feet with new power
and old things will fall down,
we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like
burnt paper.
-D.H. Lawrence
I saw this posted on fb this morning and it totally reminded me of your post! (a beautiful one, as always) I love you!
This made me think of part of Robert Frost's famous poem:
"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
…and the dogs are happy too. I just can feel and smell the coolness of the forest. Enjoy