Reflective poetry gives voice to musings about life. As I walk around Cronemiller Lake in Peavy Arboretum, my thoughts tumble about, touching on the past, the present, the future, the things that worry me, the things that confuse me, the things I long for, the things I ought to do.
It feels jumbled, directionless, unsettled. I need to sit. I need to breathe, slowly. I practice leaning into gratitude, allowing the layered impressions of life and radiance to swim together in the water that surrounds everything – fish beneath, duckweed floating on the surface, dragonflies and branches above. We are all water, we are all together in the flow, we are all reflecting the light of Life.
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So beautiful in every way Priscilla!
Thanks, Anne! Your range was much wider and invited so many interpretations. I’m enjoying the responses!
Thanks Priscilla! I’m glad you enjoyed this challenge.
Lovely from start to finish Priscilla.
Thanks, Tina!
Priscilla, what a beautiful post you gave us! Whitman’s poetry is the perfect companion to your text and these reflective photos.
Thanks, Egidio! Whitman is so funny, using an exclamation point after every line. Most poets don’t use any punctuation! 🙂
great poem and awesome water reflections
Thanks!
This is so, so lovely.
Thanks, Sofia! 🙂
Priscilla, reflective words to go with those beautiful reflective views! My favorite view is the reflection behind the No Fishing sign.
Thanks, John – reflecting on rules: why can’t I swim or fish? Is it unsafe for me? for the fish? Sometimes there are posted notices warning people that algae in the lake may be toxic to their dogs. What are rules for? …discuss 😉