Featured with the group Wild Nature Photography and Writing Nov 2009
(Continued from Crystalline Flow) There’s the story that’s told of an old man who died in an accident along with his dear friend, Old Blue, the hound dog. They were inseparable, and it’s no wonder that as the man approached the pearly gates, Old Blue was right there by his side. A handsome fellow in formal attire welcomed the man, throwing open the gates to a city of diamond towers. The old man strode triumphantly thru the gates walking golden streets, his eyes brightly reflecting his surroundings. All seemed right with his world until he felt awareness stir deep within him and he looked down at his side to see that no one was there. Old Blue wasn’t there. He looked ahead and to either side but it wasn’t until he looked behind to the distant gate that he saw Old Blue waiting there. “Come here, sweet heart,” he urged, patting his thigh. “Come on, now, girl.” But Old Blue wouldn’t come.
The man retraced his steps intending to force Old Blue to follow, but as he grasped her by the collar, he heard a voice say, “You can’t bring that dog in here.”
The old man just stared up in surprise at the striking gate keeper in all his fine attire. He hesitated some moments before turning away from Old Blue and walking away back down the golden street. But his pace slowed as his feet grew heavy. He looked back at Blue, then again toward the diamond city, and each time he repeated this, the city looked less appealing and Old Blue more inviting.
I can’t say how long it took him to make up his mind, but soon enough the man left that place and was back out on the path with Old Blue walking by his side. They came to spot where the road forked right thru a gap in a split rail fence, where a dirt path meandered thru a grove of maples ablaze in the colors of fall. He stepped up to the gap and noticed a man in the distance tending a small garden beyond the maple grove.
“What is this place?” the old man shouted, but he had to draw closer to hear the gardener speak. He walked thru the gap and down the path and shouted his question once more.
“Why this is heaven,” replied the gardener and he went back to his work.
The old man stepped closer so as not to have to shout. “If this is heaven, then what was that place back up the road a piece, what with the streets of gold and diamond skyscrapers and such?”
The gardener looked up and smiled, “It’s a place where people choose to go when true love doesn’t particularly interest them.”
About that time the old man felt awareness stir deep within him. He turned to look back at the gap in the fence and Old Blue wasn’t there. He felt a familiar muzzle nuzzling in his hand and there she was right by his side.
Old blue peered thru the maples into the garden until she had the gardener’s attention. He stood up amongst his plants and brushed off his knees and laughed saying, “Why, sure, Blue. You can bring him in with you.”
And so it happened that a man and his dog found their way into heaven.
I wakened to true love at the foot of a waterfall. I heard it in the thunder of falling spray. I saw it in the light glistening off the cascades. I felt it as mist on my face and in the breeze exhaled by its flow. A voice deep inside me alerted me to its presence and as I continued to answer the call, the awareness grew within me day by day. There is something here loving me without need or agenda nor any expectation of return. I think I’ll walk with it for a spell and see what it has to show me(continued with Crystalline Flow 3.
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Nikon F4s, f 8 @ 1/90sec, 200 mm, Fuji Reala 100, Gitzo tripod, Bogen pistol grip head