Suspended above the road to Devon on 21 December, the solstice sun was a huge disc of many colours. Down there, it rained A LOT, and when it stopped both sun and moon broke through with astonishing clarity.The sodden countryside was as peaceful and resonant as I have ever known it (not so great for the farmer out in that downpour working to unblock a ditch or the three bedraggled ostriches in a field just up the lane). Owls hooted all night in the rain and a rabbit danced in the morning on the wet grass. In this enclave of quiet and freedom, among others loving it too, lost longings and affinities resurfaced. I dreamt of floods and wrapped myself to meditate in a flaming orange blanket. Fire and water; self and no-self. The journey home yesterday was long. At every motorway junction, the traffic slowed and clotted - too many of us.
5 comments:
Beautiful.
Thinking of you, and wishing you a Happy New Year.
And best wishes to you, too. I find this time of year so hard on many levels, but when it is quiet and I meditate or paint, everything stills and heals, even the rain. Love the idea of a brightly coloured blanket. My comfort is a multicoloured cardigan . I enjoy our web encounters - may they continue during the coming year.
Glad you made it there and back safely, and had such a restorative and peaceful time.
Happy New Year to you, Jean.
wow, you will have been there with my dear friend C then. in silent retreat you may not have known this!
That is beautiful, photo and words both.
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