Did you ever walk through a place and feel that it was watching you?
Like in the woods where you walk at the foot of tall trees, far out of reach above. And if you are really lucky, you come upon a sea of green moss, furry and emerald green, tinting everything it lays upon. Or you come upon a patch of bluebells covering the forest floor – just happening to be there.
Pathways appear unannounced.
Whole spectrums of realms come into focus.
A higher ground is common.
The pleasantries of everyday increase.
New views appear everywhere.
The ground seems alive.
All pressures relent.
The birds seem synchronized.
A new kind of joy appears.
It is easy to be satisfied.
Whole dominions unite.
Inspiration opens minds to new discovery.
A picture of peace paints itself.
Willingness to change is rampant.
Beacons of light hold sway to the New Earth.
The woods were filled with many sounds that day: birds singing, leaves rustling, squirrels moving around.
I was painting a picture beside a stream in the late morning. The stream flowed around many large boulders. This view of rocks and water is what attracted me to this place.
Suddenly, everything was quiet. I mean absolutely quiet. Even the water became quiet.
Everything became unexpectedly still. A great hush came over this place. You could hear a pin drop. And so it continued for about 2 minutes. It reminded me of how it is right before a storm.