I live in an apartment building a ways off from the parking lot, and the walking path is surrounded by trees. One night when I was coming home from work, a barn owl swooped down from one of the trees right in front of me. It had an enormous wingspan, and it's white underside was in stark contrast to the darkness. It decended, spun itself in mid-air with a twist of its wings, and rose into the trees again. That was truly awe-inspiring.
Lovely piece, Jen! Awe to me is a shake-of-the-head moment I find when connecting with the natural world. When a sight, a sound, a touch, a taste hits unexpectedly . . . when being in the right place at just the right time. The awe is the connection.
In Passing by Stanley Plumly expresses awe for me. I’ve been thinking about this for several months and have a flash forthcoming inspired by it. Here’s the poem.
I live in an apartment building a ways off from the parking lot, and the walking path is surrounded by trees. One night when I was coming home from work, a barn owl swooped down from one of the trees right in front of me. It had an enormous wingspan, and it's white underside was in stark contrast to the darkness. It decended, spun itself in mid-air with a twist of its wings, and rose into the trees again. That was truly awe-inspiring.
Barn owls are truly majestic. What a beautiful experience!
Lovely piece, Jen! Awe to me is a shake-of-the-head moment I find when connecting with the natural world. When a sight, a sound, a touch, a taste hits unexpectedly . . . when being in the right place at just the right time. The awe is the connection.
Gorgeous!! Thank you, Nancy.
I can never anticipate the cause but whenever I tear up I realize that awe has again paid a visit.
The good tears! Love it.
In Passing by Stanley Plumly expresses awe for me. I’ve been thinking about this for several months and have a flash forthcoming inspired by it. Here’s the poem.
https://poets.org/poem/passing-0
Thank you so much for sharing this, Dave! I'm going to read it a few times.
"They call it circumstance. They look up at the open wing
of the sky, or they look down into the future."
Then that next stanza...
(Please email me a link to your flash piece)
Thin places. Those natural wonders that link us with something close to heaven.
Yes, I remember your beautiful post on this. I know of at least of one these places in Ohio. :)
When you see them, you feel it, and you know.