Whispering into the Darkness

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Does artificial light have the potential for clouding our vision? Metaphorically speaking, a light at the end of the tunnel would signal the end of uncertainty or misgivings. A sudden upswing in the housing market, a baby sleeping through the night. Troops pulling out of a war zone. The first sign of that light suggests a dash of optimism, a basket of hope, and silently restores our faith. Turn your face to the sun and let it shine down on you.

It isn't always easy, and there is no set path. So many things on our journey to prevail over before the light can be reached. And, of course, as a more cynical person warned me: the light may turn out to be an oncoming train.

These trees here in Arlington Cemetery add grace, beauty, and a sense of order. They lend a hand in the overall grandeur of these hallowed grounds. If a cemetery can use the term grandeur without offending. They have over 142 memorial trees, a wonderful collection of trees to commemorate the people. battles and units that were involved. I did my walk, in Arlington National Cemetery today, miles and miles, up and down the rows, reading the stones and thinking of my people buried there. I lay some flowers upon their graves and whisper out a prayer. I put my hand on the stone, leaving it there for a moment, hoping for a connection of sorts.

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So many of the trees at Arlington are gloriously ancient. I have so many pictures with the leaves on the trees, but, they stand there nekkid and proud, as any tree would be. They have nice wooded areas throughout and near Arlington House, General Lee's private residence. The cemetery's oldest trees are almost 250 years old, pre-date the very first burials. The picture below shows the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in the background. It is always an honor to be able to walk through here.My apologies for only taking a few pictures and inserting them on a post I changed direction on, I believe they call that eclectic - or maybe even messy.

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I want to thank @tattoodjay for hosting the #WednesdayWalk challenge! I would like to see where you walked today and see what you got to see. I hope you had a fabulous time and I think we should meet up here again next week! Until then, keep on smiling!! If you want to do the challenge, drop him a link on his #WedensdayWalk post so he can try to visit your post!

"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it"

On August 21, 2017 a total eclipse of the sun was visible from within a narrow corrider across the United States. Ground zero was in Brevard, North Carolina, almost on the Georgia border. We made it into a fiels trip and went, garnering a front row seat. This shot was total eclipse or in "totality," also knicknamed the "diamond ring." Once in a lifetime to get that close.

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment — but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer? Lord Byron

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Flowers. Always. To color my world. #alwaysaflower And just like that, these words are done. I want to thank you for strolling along with me through the musings of my mind. Some days, I just have to let them go, giving them freedom, spread across the pages, to say what they say and do what they wish. No judgment.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

Christmas will be coming sooner than I imagined. It's not about the presents my friends, it is about family and friends. In keeping with the Christmas Countdown, I give you one seasonal picture and the day count! There are 38 days 00 hours 07 minutes and 27 seconds.

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How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barret Browning