Mariposa Lily — Image by kenne
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Lily Of The Desert 1 comment
Bonsai Bose Art and Loneliness Leave a comment
Bonsai Bose Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Loneliness is creeping in on my moments of solitude.
After a busy day, I have always enjoyed those moments of solitude,
an opportunity to relax and ponder existence. But with age,
solitude has become a prison of living day to day with weary pain.
I was a runner for years, then I became a jogger, now a walker
just trying to keep my balance. The change over time was slow enough,
allowing adjustments to the aging process. But in recent years,
the decline has begun to move at a hurried pace.
Strenght has disappeared, limbs have grown stiff, and every function
less accurate with every fiber of my being frail and overwrought with life.
So, here I am, imprisoned in the last stage of life, soon to become an empty ghost.
Still, I’m reminded, being old is a privilege.
— kenne
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Finding Solitude Out On The Trail Leave a comment
Bear Canyon Trail — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
— from “Solitude” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Solitude 1 comment
“Solitude” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“The secret of a good old age
is simply an honorable pact
with solitude.”
. . . from One Hundred Years of Solitude, by Gabriel García Márquez
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Solitude — Image by kenne
Solitude is not freedom for it exists only in a black and white world.
— kenne
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This Side of Paradise Leave a comment
A Yellow Bird of Paradise Blossom — Image by kenne
Sunday morning
after a late night,
a time to relax
and listen to the dark
rhythmic sounds of
Avishai Cohen —
“There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.”
Enjoy the grove as you
drift into solitude.
— kenne
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Solitude — “I’ll Take Mine On The Rocks!” 1 comment
“Spring On The Rocks” (Sabino Creek near the dam.) — Image by kenne
“When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion.
It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water.
Its color is silver.
And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it.
The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words of glass speaking.
Then there comes a point when you must shatter the blindness of its words,
the blindness of its light.”
― Anne Spollen, The Shape of Water
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Leopold Point 4 comments
Hikers at Leopold Point signing, JOY, to my wife who is recovering from surgery — thanks for the kindness. (June 24, 2016)
— Images by kenne
Leopold Point
We hike the Catalina trials
around bid boulders
under the giant ponderosas
opening to fern meadows.
We reach the ridge
above the pine tops
sharing our unceasing
love for the splendid views.
We are nature enthusiasts
devoted to nurturing our senses
connecting more deeply
with life’s experiences.
We follow the trial
to Leopold Point
a special place to sit
in group solidarity.
We chatter away
while being mindful
to capture a moment
in brief solitude.
We have learned
the value of moment
by moment awareness
in connecting to nature.
— kenne
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“Now, more than ever, we need nature as a balancing agent.”
— Richard Louv
