On a certain day…along a wooden path…guided by the Unknown….a golden peach light may appear, for only a brief shinning moment. If you miss it , do not fear, for it will find you again.
Busyness may blind you to the light…. but if you see it STOP and LOOK with wondrous attention… for in one brief shinning moment a door will appear and another world will open.
The birds sing of it, the poets write of it and a few artists hint of it in their paintings. (Laurel Jordan Genteman)
This place of “pausing” has been called “The Pause at the Threshold” (Esther se Waal). As an artist…. I pause, look, and listen at the Threshold. Learning to read the landscape. As, I stand amazed by the ebbs and flows of creation, the beauty of the rising and setting of the sun, the flowers filling the earth with color …revealing a beauty that I would miss… if I do not stop, look, and listen. We may miss the discovery that there is a whole world out there that you really hadn’t been aware of….”the Beauty Realm.”
David Jones, an artist and poet spoke of being influenced by the strong hill rythmns and the bright counter rythmns of the water brook. He found that there was movement all around, the storms, winds , rains…clouds ceaslessly transformed…”in change that reveals the Unchanging.”
At this place of “pausing at the threshold”, I have become aware that there is a world out there that speaks in images, patterns, shapes and colors…a visual language rather than a language of words.