There is a silent beauty that isn’t really silent at all in the murky waters of a black cypress swamp. Towering cypress trees shoot out of the water like elegant pillars marking time in an alternate world. From their branches hanging like outstretched arms birds call out and all manner of insects swarm and sing a celebratory song to Life . Walking here on a rainy, gray morning at the onset of spring I discovered the mint green blanket of foam covering the dark waters like snow and marveled at small miracles that bring this ancient place to life again. A blue heron wades along a shallow, distant shore looking for breakfast. She eludes the camera lens, dodging in and out of view among the trees with her graceful movements and sends ripples through the waters as well as my heart. Gratitude bubbles in me that I can join in the song and feel the vibrations of a joyous heart also being renewed this spring day. Deep in the woods of South Carolina at a place I love to visit once in awhile called Springbank Retreat, it does my soul good to come to this place of peace and rest. I rarely ever want to leave and always want to go back.
Snippets and Snatches 