It is strange to be here. The mystery never leaves you alone. Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.
This picture exemplifies O'Donohue's above quote. A range of emotions arise in me as I look at this: awe, wonder, curiosity, glee, calm. The more I look at it, the more the branches, and even trunks, of the trees sway as though blown by the wind. The golden streak slashing through it glows like a streak of flame through the trees. The image pulls me in and insists I stay outside and watch all at the same time. It demands focus then sways with an invisible breeze. What does it do for you?
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