Reflections

Floating Among the Lilies

I love to kayak on the lake nearby, early mornings or late afternoon, when the sunlight seems to glitter and skip across the surface of the water. I often paddle to the edge of the lilies and sit floating among them. If I stay long enough, the lake begins to forget that I am there as dragonflies dart around me, occasionally landing on my paddle or bow of the kayak.
Ladybugs rest on my arm and tickle as they crawl across my skin.
The Great Blue Heron sometimes settles in the reeds and grasses at the edge of the lake with regal stature, and haughty seeming observation.
An osprey above circling in search of his next meal.
In those moments, I’m not watching nature.
I’m part of it. It’s in those moments of stillness, the “resting” period from the activity of paddling, watching the gentle sway of the water lilies in the water I realized how much a metaphor for my life they were. Stillness, reflection, patience, rising and allowing beauty to exist without forcing it-resilience.

I wrote a poem (of sorts)from this experience and some of the photos I took that day. I hope you find some joy in them.

With Light✨

Denise

Patience in bloom

From the depths of the murky bottom, anchored in the mud,

it reaches through the water towards the light of the sun…

still be the waters that it needs to grow…

calm is what it requires to bloom to the full