Oberstdorf

July 5 - July 23

I am in a state of rebellion. Five days ago, in the middle of the night and in an advanced state of pathological determination to get out a blog post, I worked through the messages telling me that the iPad was diminishing in power. Rather than getting up and plugging in the iPad, I pressed on just wanting to complete the post and send it off. I had just completed the blog post when the power, exhausted, shut off and I lost all my work. I have been so frustrated and angry at myself that I haven't been able to formulate my writing, wanting on the one hand to duplicate what I wrote and was satisfied with before. Alas! I cannot. So, I have embarked to re-write the blog post with a new mind.

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What happens when the 'blogger' loses words and words seem insufficient and inadequate? Or, when you endeavor to be eloquent but written descriptions pail next to visual depictions. I have painfully pursued precise articulation failing completely when compared to the clarity of the conspicuous?

So, I invite you to come and see the beauty and magnificence of this Earth through my eyes.

Walk with me on paths laid by steps over time, not plowed by metal and machine.

​Delight with me amongst the flowers gleefully displaying their glory.

Touch the hard rock, solid and firmly rooted in Earth's mantle

Observe with me the vast sky and gaze upon its ever changing canvas. 

Breathe with me air that sparkles with purity and crackles freshness. Brisk air that nips at your nostrils and invigorates your lungs. 

Follow the clouds; sense their loft and lightness, weight and density.

Turn the corner and be in awe. Each day, the same but different by a subtle shading or hue or level of intensity. Walk amongst the familiar to be ever surprised. Boredom is an absurdity. 

Dynamic and damn overwhelming, I tear at the perfection of it all. I feel not merely at peace but at Source. No longer apart or separate, I can let go and become integral with the totality that is Love.

These are not views of valleys, streams...

hillsides and forests...

mountains and sky... 

These are landscapes of the soul.