|Waterfall After the Rain|
When I’m out here in the woods, I don’t think about shopping or decorating my house or how many pounds I have to lose.
When I’m out here in the woods, I listen to the way the water sounds as it spills down this hill.
And when I’m out here in the woods, I talk with my friend about Jesus and truth and meaning.
There’s something about creeks and rivers that sets my soul back on track. I look deep into the pools that gather by fallen logs, hoping to see fish or turtles.
I’ve never, even after all these years and pages and pages of writing, been able to capture in words what it feels like to stand by the rushing water in the deep woods.
It’s too powerful for words.
|Water Rushing in the Deep Woods|
Living with flair means finding places with God that go deeper than language.
Journal: What’s that sublime place for me?
Walking Justus on a very loose leash, each of us “sniffing” the world in our own ways; riding a horse who knows me and who I know – horse connection is phenomenal and a true God thing. Sitting under the stars on a cool quiet night, listening and relaxing after working hard at whatever. These are sublime to me.
There is a line in George Eliot's poem Armgart that goes:
“Music has sounds for it–I know no words.”
I love that line.
That would be my perfect spot if I could design it – a creek and small waterfall! Blessings to you. Thanks for sharing your place with us.
There *are* places in our souls and hearts that are too deep for words…and if we try to use words to describe them, we know we've been inadequate. Have you read Mary DeMuth's memoir Thin Places? As I think about it, those deep places just might be a thin place.
There seems to be healing in that place that is deeper than words. It's not only nature, I think, it's the same with music, painting and dancing …