I often walk through thousands of acres of forest burned in Nova Scotia in 2008. Nobody else goes there.
“As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.” Rumi
The Way appears, and everything is alive, reaching into you.
Friends suggested titles for the following photograph:
Slender Prayers -Amrita Nadi
Ascending -Victoria Svoboda
Scriptures from the Firelands -Bev Byrnes-Laird
In response to Scriptures from the Firelands, I wrote:
When I was a kid, I would go to the synagogue on Saturday mornings because I had to. Walking home, I would see that the leaves on the street and gum wrappers in the gutter were pages making up a Torah I understood.
Another page of the Crazy Torah I read as a young boy is seen in the following photograph:
Seeing every element in nature as letters making up Torah is taking every fork in the road at the same time.