Inside me a hundred beings
are putting their fingers to their lips and saying,
"That's enough for now. Shhhhh." Silence
is an ocean. Speech is a river.
When the ocean is searching for you, don't walk
to the language-river. Listen to the ocean,
and bring your talky business
to an end...
|Food prep, beachside, listening, not talking|
Rumi's words serve to describe my state of being for a number of years now. Stories of the equines of Ravenseyrie I hold in my head and heart. Artful things, too. Best I can do for now (this could change, as all things do) is share some photos once again, before July ends without a posting in this blog.
For readers who chance to find their way to the Journal of Ravenseyrie, I encourage you to enjoy the images and conjure your own words and descriptions that the sense of viewing may inspire.