The writing piece below came first, the pictures I took a few years later, and today they fit together and are meant for you to enjoy and be inspired to listen to the stillness inside you.
The voice that whispers has been resting in the woods next to an old red oak, watching, listening, perceiving , feeling the sun transform the stillness of dark into an orchestra of light beams on all that it touches as it rises above the horizon. Perhaps it is the voice of the oak tree, or it is of the dark. Maybe it comes from the stillness, or the light beams of the sun. It comes from all of these, and when I am quiet, the voice comes from within me.
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