Working on flower photos yesterday felt like a kind of
Reverie
with the soft flower photographs revealing more about the essence of beauty the longer I gazed at them. I still haven’t finished editing all of the photos I made on Sunday. And I’m not done discovering what they have to say to me. It’s such a luxury having so many images to contemplate and dream upon.
My peonies began opening yesterday and I look forward to photographing them later today. Early this morning I picked a bunch of them before the heat wilted them. I was going to go on a photo hike with some members of my photo club at the Sherburn National Wildlife Area this morning but we canceled the hike because of the heat and humidity.
I was relieved because I didn’t want to miss the hike but I also didn’t want to brave the heat.
Meanwhile I continue
Dreaming of Beauty
as dame summer blesses us with an abundance of blossoms and green dreams of trees and fields everywhere I look. I am letting the flowers and trees be my muse as they reveal their inner wisdom and essence.
Dreams
All night
the dark buds of dreams
open
richly.
In the center
of every petal
is a letter
and you imagine
if you could only remember
and string them all together
they would spell the answer.
It is a long night,
and not an easy one—
you have so many branches,
and there are diversions—
birds that come and go,
the black fox that lies down
to sleep beneath you
the moon staring
with her bone-white eye.
Finally you have spent
all the energy you can
and you drag from the ground
the muddy skirt of your roots
and leap awake
with two or three syllables
like water in your mouth
and a sense
of loss—a memory
not yet of a word,
certainly not yet the answer—
only how it feels
when deep in the tree
all the locks click open,
and the fire surges through the wood,
and the blossoms blossom.
― Dream Work
May you summer days be a reverie of beauty.
May you walk in beauty.
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