English Oak in Summer
This year I chose a tree calendar to hang above my desk. Every month I turn the page to a new month and a new photo.
January features an imposing English Oak in winter, standing in a snow-coated field. The branches, twigs and trunks seem to be partially outlined with a dusty icing of light snow. Read the rest of this entry »
gray-blue monuments
come to rest on sandy shore–
bleached remnants of life
low afternoon sun
illuminates interior–
hushed benediction
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It’s October 2012. My husband and I are with a couple of family members. It’s late afternoon. We’re walking back from the beach to the parking lot, on a trail through Oswald West State Park. We pass trees in multiple configurations–from straight and upright to bent or twisted. Many are covered with moss from thick fog that rolls in from the Pacific Ocean.
We pass several trees with hollowed-out space at the base of the trunk. Some have twisted roots with pockets of air where the earth has eroded. The trees reach high toward the sky, seeking light. They seem to have been around for centuries, adjusting to the dim, seemingly haunted environment.
We’ve walked a good distance from the shoreline, away from rolling surf and the muffled sound of human voices. Evening approaches. The air takes on a hushed, cathedral-like quality. Late afternoon sun filters into usually darkened spaces, and offers a silent benediction.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 28 January 2015
Photo Credit, DAFraser, October 2012
Oswald West State Park, Oregon
mother and babies
make their way through grass and weeds
one step at a time
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Dear Mom,
Here’s a haiku I wrote just for you! Read the rest of this entry »
I’m surprised at feelings I’ve had since I began writing Dear Dad letters. Sometimes I’m afraid I’m trying to get something from Dad that he can’t give me. I don’t think I am. I definitely feel I’m ‘out there,’ in the driver’s seat without a finished roadmap, uncertain where this will lead.
Most surprising, though, Read the rest of this entry »
Bearded cacti in Silver Garden
Longwood Gardens PA
Dear Dad,
About those ‘letters’ I mentioned in my last letter (no pun intended!)…
Here they are: Read the rest of this entry »
Here’s a wonderful story–the telling of which was inspired by my Amy Carmichael post Sunday, “Once in a granite hill.” I’ve never received such a beautiful Postcard to Elouise! The story is heartwarming, thought-provoking and true. What more is there? Besides a big thank-you to the author! Enjoy…
Telling the Truth 