~ John O’Donohue
Perhaps it is because I am a Scorpio, but you’ll notice that the large majority of the nature photos I select for these journals are of water. Whether it’s rivers, oceans, clouds, rain or lakes, the healing presence of water is profound beyond description.
Just last summer while vacationing at Spofford Lake in New Hampshire, I remember being blessed to spend precious time on the lakefront cottage porch early each morning — in childlike curiosity — awaiting the sun’s rise upon the lake. Here’s a poem I captured one of those mornings as I was reveling in the lake’s extraordinary beauty and the healing gifts it was generously offering each day to our family:
by Gavin James Frye
outer ones and inner ones,
pulsing, vibrant navigators
of innocence and enthusiasm.
May my child-like eyes be open and moist,
touched by the lake of the heart.
There is a quiet, an inner sanctuary,
that smiles with softness as a greeting.
“Good morning,” it says, “Your life
is always brand new in some way.
Bring yourself into an air of embrace,
so that all of your experience is
held affectionately — and blessed by love.”
The morning mist is moist
and surrounds the island now,
softening my eyes and my belly.
My breath says, “I am here,
as full as you like, to breath you into life.”
So many fishing poles,
so many hooks and lures.
Curiosity leads us again and again
underneath the fluid water.
Permssion has been granted
to travel between worlds.
The ground is still moist
after last night’s storm.
A reminder of the ever-fertile earth,
gently reminding me
to know it, to tend to it,
to grow it’s mysterious secrets.
Our ancestors have walked this ground,
breathed this air, felt this mist.
I am breathing them now,
remembering their lives
and feeding upon their well-lived legacy.
The wind rises across the lake
Bringing change, and direction,
and a new presence.
Dapples of morning light
and two ducks rowing
a “V” towards shore.
More visitors, always
more visitors, upon our shores.
There is a peace that
falls into my heart.
A gift from the lake.
It’s countenance meeting mine,
blending, always blending.
This lake, it’s water and
gentle mystery and countless gifts,
has blessed this family
for so many years now.
Perhaps, I now realize,
we have also been, all along,
blessing it in return.
With our pleasure, our care,
our families — and our
honoring and thankful presence.
As we all know, our physical bodies — and this dear planet called Earth — is made up primarily of water. It is a sacred gift that also embodies such profound lessons for how to live our lives more fluidly each day:
“Contemplate the workings of this world, listen to the words of the wise,
and take all that is good as your own. With this as your base, open your
own door to truth. Do not overlook the truth that is right before you.
Study how water flows in a valley stream, smoothly and freely
between the rocks. Also learn from holy books and wise people.
Everything — even mountains, rivers, plants and
trees — can be your teacher.”
~ Morihei Ueshiba, founder of Aikido
Lastly, a further testament to the mysterious blessings of water in nature:
“Wild rivers and lakes are places of beauty and mystery,
arteries of life and life energy.
To be on a wilderness river, to hear the piercing call
of an osprey through the early morning fog, or to see
a great blue heron take off, to paddle through rapids
and then through quiet water, to submerge one’s psyche
in the river world, is to experience a new dimension in life.
To really get to know a truly wild place, in my case a wild river,
is to enlarge one’s concept of what life has to offer.
Letting a wild river into my heart has allowed me
to see life with a greater sense of gratitude.”
~ Roderick MacIver
Blessings to your divine curiosity — and the adventurous flow of your life journey,