A Picture

Rocky hollows leading down into a lime green valley, coloured with flowers of every species extending into the horizon. Butterflies floating and scurrying about...dancing in the light, like new lovers gazing into each others eyes - seeing depths previously unseen or imagined possible.. A tree layed on its side, soft feather mosses covering its finely textured grain, covered with a film of translucent moisture which appears to smile to the eye.

Time has stopped, only the moving branches provide an indication of the time of day and the sounds of nature an idea as to when night will fall. In the distance, a running brook can be heard, its rythmic pattern the only sound of continuous movement. Standing still only one's heartbeat can be dimly felt...inspiration abounds and touches the soul. The mind does not wander instead slowing and encompassing as much as is possible....attempting to savour it all at once. Deeper inside there is recognition that greetings of faith, trust and hope are building.....The imagery of the moment hardens....suddenly, it can be grasped and tucked into the crevasses of the soul ...where later it can carried for other moments of sharing.