Floating on the Waves of Surrender September 17, 2010
Posted by TheIntentionalSage in Nature, Visions.Tags: Cycle, Flow, Ocean, Release, Surrender, Wave
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One of his favo[u]rite places to be was near the ocean. There was something magical for him about being by something so great. Not great in the subjective sense, but great in the physical sense. The absolute magnitude commanded by the ocean was beyond comprehension. It was everywhere – really – everywhere. While there were different names for it in different places, it occupied a great deal of space on the planet. Hilio (pronounced hee-lee-oh) would spend hours staring out into the ocean to ponder the wonder of its unwavering ways. The ocean was big, there was no doubt about it, but to Hilio, there was more to it than its size.
Humans are Natural and Nature August 23, 2010
Posted by TheIntentionalSage in Nature, Visions.Tags: Cloud, Cycle, Fractal, Green, Leaves, Mountain, Perception, Perspective, Tree, White
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Immediately, he was transported to a world of wonder. He opened his eye and he could see the wispy clouds delicately poking out through the spaces between the leaves in the trees. The white and green being such a perfect complement to each other. He looked in the other direction and he saw a magnificent mountain. Because of the distance between him and it, he was able to comprehend the awesome power that it contained. It was large and not just physically. The energy coming from it could be felt even as far away that he was.
The Cycle of Circumstance August 10, 2010
Posted by TheIntentionalSage in Nature, Visions.Tags: Circumstance, Cycle, Life, Perception, Rain, Rainbow, Storm, Wisdom
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It was storming outside. The rain was crashing down heavy and hard. She could hear the sound of the rain on the roof striking so hard it sounded almost like it was hailing outside. Webolie (pronounced web-ole-ee) couldn’t remember the last time that it rained so hard. She literally, couldn’t remember. This was odd to her as she usually had a good memory. She surmised the irony of the situation because the rain seemed to coincide with what seemed to be a strange time in her life – almost as if nature was conspiring to add pathetic fallacy to her life. Even though this seemed to be, Webolie knew that this was not the case.
