One of the gifts of legacy I’d like to continue to provide involves introspective time. In particular, I wish to share the experience of appreciating sunrises and sunsets. Both of those magical moments offer the perfect opportunity to discover the wonder of “time, place, and inner space.” It’s a grand pleasure. Sunrises and sunsets are catalysts for focus and reflection.
I was given this gift about 40 years ago. An art & photography instructor inspired me to “slow down and see the changes…see the possibilities.” I adopted the experience and continue to do it almost daily.
I am also motivated by John Muir’s work. Here’s an excerpt from “The Wilderness World of John Muir”, from his observations of Illilouette Falls in Yosemite. It focuses on the soulful experience of enjoying “pure light.”
…………….“ When I reached the foot of the fall sunbeams were glinting across its head, leaving the rest of it in shadow; and on its illumined brow a group of yellow spangles of singular form and beauty were playing; flashing up and dancing in large flame-shaped masses, wavering at times, then steadying, rising and falling in accord with the shifting forms of water. Nothing in the clouds or flowers, on bird wings or the lip of shells, could rival it in fairness. It was the most divinely beautiful mass of rejoicing yellow light I ever beheld – one of Nature’s precious gifts that perchance may come to us but once in a lifetime.”
I was given this gift about 40 years ago. An art & photography instructor inspired me to “slow down and see the changes…see the possibilities.” I adopted the experience and continue to do it almost daily.
I am also motivated by John Muir’s work. Here’s an excerpt from “The Wilderness World of John Muir”, from his observations of Illilouette Falls in Yosemite. It focuses on the soulful experience of enjoying “pure light.”
…………….“ When I reached the foot of the fall sunbeams were glinting across its head, leaving the rest of it in shadow; and on its illumined brow a group of yellow spangles of singular form and beauty were playing; flashing up and dancing in large flame-shaped masses, wavering at times, then steadying, rising and falling in accord with the shifting forms of water. Nothing in the clouds or flowers, on bird wings or the lip of shells, could rival it in fairness. It was the most divinely beautiful mass of rejoicing yellow light I ever beheld – one of Nature’s precious gifts that perchance may come to us but once in a lifetime.”
Cheers, Ken
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