A few years ago, I came across the mystical prayer "make the invisible, visible." And ever since then, I have practiced it whenever I'm outside among nature's bounty. It may sound silly, but this simple and brief invocation has really worked wonders for my senses and ability to become aware of nature's lessons and mystical web of details.
Yesterday was no different, while my partner and I hiked through an ancient rainforest, hanging with moss and ferns, on our way to Tonsina Point in Caines Head State Recreation Area near Seward.
As we hiked and once at water's edge, I put out a silent call to the universe, and waited as the wonder unfolded within my senses of sight, smell, hearing, and feeling.
Yesterday was no different, while my partner and I hiked through an ancient rainforest, hanging with moss and ferns, on our way to Tonsina Point in Caines Head State Recreation Area near Seward.
As we hiked and once at water's edge, I put out a silent call to the universe, and waited as the wonder unfolded within my senses of sight, smell, hearing, and feeling.
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| Tonsina Point on January 28, 2017 |
The heights of the spruce and fir trees struck me like never before. Their towering trunks and canopies reflected the firmness and majesty of the mountains that they grew out of.
The textures of dead trees, their inner workings exposed and folded in intricate ways, exuded such complexity and subtlety of color.
The raindrops hung from the tips of evergreen needles, decorating the woods and trails in sparkly curtains.
The snow, oh that white wonder and solidarity of the universe. It humbly folded beneath our feet, pressing deeper into the soil, while allowing us to pass through its pearly gates.
Alaska's waters, what more needs to be said?
Their purity, power, and reflection of wind's motion are at once soothing and mysteriously out of reach,
Their purity, power, and reflection of wind's motion are at once soothing and mysteriously out of reach,
continually exposing deeper and deeper revelations.
And there they are, the body of Mother Earth reaching out to Father Sky.
The ancient, the sacred, the grandmothers of HERstory,
at once swimming among the clouds and growing out of Earth's core.
When their peaks are covered in alpine glow, surrounded by clear blue skies,
one can only stand still and stare,
catching a glimpse of the divine.
Happy communing with Mother Earth!
~Modern Akhmatova
