The mind is but a visitor;
Rilke’s Book of Hours: I, 51
it thinks us out of our world.
I saw last night that the morning hours could have scattered clouds so I drove to Pineridge Natural Area thinking nature could offer me some colors. I waited for a few minutes in the cold penetrating wind but my thinking mind, who Rilke suggests will think us out of our world, told me nothing was going to happen and a better choice would be to head for the coffee shop. By the time I was halfway there that pink streak you see on the horizon burst into a blazing pink sky. Sigh! This post actually follows up with yesterday’s post about going out with my camera and seeing what nature offers. Seems there’s a need for patience, even in a cold wind, to see what nature has to offer. Oh well, I enjoyed my mocha and told myself, tomorrow morning. And, it has been overcast and windy all day.
4 Comments
Faye White
Patience will come with warmer temperatures. 😉
Monte Stevens
I say bring them on!!
Earl
I find patience measured according to the circumstance. There’s a time to wait and a time to act. I agree with Faye; patience flows a little freer when it’s warmed up. ~grin~
Have a great day!
Monte Stevens
Thanks, and I am having a great day. We are cold but loving the sunshine.