Most of you know that I arise quite early, around 2:00 in the morning, and spend several hours in supreme quietness until the sun so elegantly nudges the new day forward.
For years now, there has been a desire to capture a sliver of what I experienced in those majestic hours and share them in the blog.
Lately, that desire has been diminishing. The desire to ‘speak’ is drying up. I look at the photo above and that explains it for me. There is SO much wonderment to ‘feel’, to ‘experience’, to ‘own’ . . . and the time has come where the desire to speak has vanished so that those majestic peaks, ethereal thoughts and awe-inspiring moments can be more fully appreciated. I won’t stutter. I will be more open.
That photo just seems to repeat the perfect idea: go ‘out beyond’ and keep going.
I sense an obligation of sorts to the blog, but freedom from it, is knocking [loudly].
No idea of what is to follow.
See that far mountain top in the picture? What happens next will come from somewhere way past that.