A Moment of Silence
The wind pauses
as the oak lets go
a slow drift of fall leaves
This month I don’t have a lot to say, just an observation. That’s how the last few months have been and why I’m thinking of doing a series of short meditations on moments. The above verse I wrote when I sat down and gazed out a window. Nature is a good subject for this, but it can be just about anything that slows me down enough to feel at peace.
This photo is of an oak tree at the southeast corner of our back yard. We plan to prune it soon so it will stay healthy. Poor thing has been neglected too long, but it’s striking to look at in a haunted sort of way. I marvel at how the limbs twist and wind their way to the sky.
The tree is an old friend providing us with shade and at one time fun for our two sons and their friends in the form of a tire swing. We never once doubted its strength to dangle our children as they spun round and round.
Now it’s an anchor, mooring us to this property, a quiet connection to nature.