Visual Journey 103
Silent Blessings
A beautiful sunset after an unusually cloudy day earlier this week.
Silent Blessing The mountain rain asks nothing of us but trust. Still, the cactus opens anyway. The sky darkens, the earth waits, and something greater than us keeps moving closer through silence. Not everything sacred arrives all at once.
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When Death Comes
By Mary Oliver
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world
In remembrance of Raymond John Lutz
October 28, 1947 ~ April 28, 2026
Peace and Love,
~Char









Thank you for sharing with us. Your gifts shine even through sorrow and loss. May Raymond John Lutz be never forgotten.
Stunning photos... The clouds, cacti blooms, and clouds are a beautiful backdrop to your words. May you feel comfort and love as you remember Raymond John Lutz.