I'm back from the most beautiful of experiences ever....
As a child I sat spell bound in my classroom listening to the teacher's description of far-away places where rivers flowed through mountain passes by means of some strange sounding water-way ~ the fjords,
I visited the land of my dreams ~
awed and silenced, standing in reverence
I slip seamlessly through
Slipping seamlessly through
this watery dreamscape
where bliss moments rise and merge with the blue
Bliss moments merging into timeless reflections
in this beautiful dreamscape I'm suspended, I stare,
I see seven sisters falling over rocky hard places
rushing cascading then vanish in mid ~ air
All bow in respect for the vanishing ladies,
the rocky hard places,
the Divine hand that hewed
this beautiful dreamscape where
my spirit is floating like some
slow motion movie I glide silently though
Like the disappearing ladies after cascading and falling
I turn from these moments as they vanish from view
yet their spirits go on surging forever returning
stirring my memory with each day anew...
I dedicate this poem and post to my lovely friends Cynthia & Dennis Taylor who made this all possible, a dream come true.
Reference ~ Seven Sisters Waterfall
Stay tuned for more images of my Norwegian Dreamscape and the extraordinary way I was totally immersed into the experience!
Post Script ~ I noticed today Friday 29th that this post is my 600th ~ I knew it was special!!