This morning, my walk took me along a lake that appeared to be an endless landscape as the fog was obscuring the shore. The geese and ducks floated while a resident loon soared across the horizon.
I considered a photograph, and it occurred to me that you cannot capture the mystical. It extends beyond sight; reaching into the sound of silence, the smell of earth, and the touch of dew heavy air. And it is changing; ever so subtly, but always changing. It refuses to be contained to a single sensory dimension or moment in time.
The mystical lives in the present moment fully. It is part physical, part energetic, and entirely magical. The desire to contain it is a human one. The duck is not thinking; “I wish the iPhone camera was more sophisticated.” The duck is just being the duck in the midst of the mystical moment. I wonder if we humans perplex the duck or if she watches us encountering the mystical & quietly whispers to us….