Tuesday, January 3, 2012
The Land of Dreams
"Turn down the noise. reduce the speed. Be like the somnolent bear, or those other animals that slow down and almost die in the cold season. Let it be the way it is. The magic is there in it's power"
"The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night in a milky haze making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn."
I took this picture the other day when we had a brief, heavy snow fall. The snow flakes were the biggest I have seen in a long time. So big that they covered my phone so I only have one picture out of several that turned out . The rest are foggy.
Walking through the woods on this cold winter day felt as if I had stepped into the Otherworlds, The Land of Dreams. It was so serene, so beautifully quiet. The snow falling from the heavens felt like kisses from the angels. The redness of the berries set against the white and brown landscape remind me that there is life in this cold, barren season. It is the same life that shows in our cheeks as they turn red from the icy air. As I walked in this mystical patch of land I could feel the vibrancy of the earth under my feet. She is just sleeping for now but will awaken when the sun warms the earth once more.
As I look at this picture I will be forever taken to the Land of Dreams. To that land of sacred stillness where I can feel the magic of the Earth all around me.