I sat on the back porch this morning, bundled against a chilly 40 degree morning breeze and drank my coffee watching the rabbits, birds and squirrels playing and eating in their habitat which I call my back yard.
I sat on the back porch this morning, bundled against a chilly 40 degree morning breeze and drank my coffee watching the rabbits, birds and squirrels playing and eating in their habitat which I call my back yard.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters. Norman Maclean , A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
"Nature is the Art of God" (Sir Thomas Browne)
The place is "Mud Run" in the Pennsylvania Pocono Mountains. It is non-denominational.
Beautiful Mac. I can almost hear the water ripple. There is nothing better than Nature!
Amen, Amen.
A spirit could get lost in this beautiful setting. Great photos AMac.
This is the right place to repeat what I commented on your 3 Dog Night article:
"I believe in God, only I spell it Nature." ~Frank Lloyd Wright
Einstein believed in Spinoza's theory that God is Nature, and Nature is God.
Your photos are so provocative of making me long for a return to where I, too, had witnessed such beauty and tranquillity.
I hope you find a way and that we meet one day face-to-face.
What a wonderful way to welcome spring. Beautiful Mac. I should have known you would be up there.
Reminds me of ''Manidoo Guayak'' The Spirit River..
I attended a branch of your church today. Beautiful.
What can you say? It makes me want to go hiking or camping. To be in a place like that always gives me such pleasure. Thanks A Mac for the photos.
My sentiments exactly.
Had you attended my branch, I would have requested that we worship in the same spot.
After which I'd take you to breakfast.
Always good to see you, Pat.
A Mac
Beautiful my friend!
I sat on the back porch this morning, bundled against a chilly 40 degree morning breeze and drank my coffee watching the rabbits, birds and squirrels playing and eating in their habitat which I call my back yard.
Nature is something, eh?
Then we are Kindred Spirits, RIO.
Proud to be in the connection.
I Luv your house of worship A. Mac. - thanks.
Pray tell, 1stwarrior and thank you.
I will be sharing its many annexes in the coming days and months and (hopefully) years.
Looking forward to the additional "chapters".
and a river runs through it....how fitting.
From what you said on another article, I thought the river ran through YOUR basement.
God is everywhere, Buzz.
True enough. Einstein considered that nature and God were the same.