The month of July is like a gift to me. Being my birth month, it always brings poignant remembrances, gratitude and revisiting an evaluation of life. In midst of that, we journey every year to The Adirondack mountains where life becomes simpler and closer to the earth. We live under the stars, celebrate streaking meteorites and breathe in the regenerating pine scent after the rain. Morning sun streaming through the green woods overhead can bring simple, inspiring moments like word snapshots in time. This is about one of them.
July has put on her greenery and the luminescence of the Northern woods is brilliant upon her petals and peeking through her radiant boughs.
Adirondack sun has sought me out as he intentionally focuses on me, streaming down through cathedral pines that encircle my encampment.
I lean back, with my face turned upward, my senses taking in all the nuances of the moment when the favor of surreal beauty is meeting with me in a supernatural exchange of deep unto deep.
July has put on her Edenic greenery and I rest in her shadow, as together we behold true glory.