A moment in the grass
Boston, April 2006
Sometimes, even the most ordinary thicket of tall grass takes on a shape you'll remember when the wind blows just so. When you're far from home and missing the people who matter more than you can ever possibly quantify, pausing by the side of the road to reflect on quiet beauty like this is what sustains you until you once again walk through the front door.
Your turn: In yesterday's blog entry, I wondered what it was about being beside a body of water that brought such relaxation to the soul. Today I'm mulling over the grass. I guess before long, I'll have soldiered through every natural element on the planet. Any other suggestions?
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How about rocks?
This is cool shot.
I remember watching the fog roll up the valley -- slowly it came, erasing everything from view - until it fully enveloped our house on the hill - and we were all alone in the mist.
How would you photograph that?
I Do love seeing the grass as it sways with the wind. It's quite lovely. Suggestions? I'll have to think about that.
Yeah, I'd love to be a block of stone in a river bridge, feeling the water running past. Reminded of Belloc writing on this in The Path To Rome, a beautiful piece of prose but sadly I can't find my copy and cannot remember the quote!
Don't know how to explain it either, but water is so calming. People here can always be found, just staring at the bay, the ocean, even the canal. When my mother was in a nursing home in the last years of her life, I would visit often, and found it was emotionally draining when she did not know me, etc. I would go to Leaming's Run Gardens and sit by the reflecting pool for a while. Always felt restored.
I think grass in all forms or the lack of it tells our souls what external condition the area is in. Tall grass tells me moisture, sunshine and mountain peace.
Hello Carmi,
A forest is peaceful to me; even the name can be broken down to 'for rest'.
Terri
Your post today took me back to my university days out in Saskatchewan. I always wanted to run in the middle of a wheat field...don't know what the lure was, but it was invigorating standing in the middle of the vast wheat field with the stalks of grain taller than me, under the wide open prairie sky...being in nature is powerful. It is humbling in a way for me as it shows me how small I am in this vast universe. For me, that realization brings peace to my soul!
I think watching the grass sway makes you more aware of the wind and its power, making you more in touch with the elements.
Thank you for bringing me to the swaying grass moment.
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