In the woods you meet yourself coming and going, don’t you? Trees sing in wind. Leaves flutter. Magic happens.
If.
If you dream with the aspen and maple and oak.
Sometimes a flute tree reveals itself. Surely the Native American flute players learned to design their lyrical instruments from the whispering of a flute tree.
Play me, it says.
It can lead you down roads where dream and reality intersect. Where true healing can happen. Where we can remember our purpose in this earth life.
Further down the path you notice rain drops suspended in a spider web. Some people simply see web and rain. Are you one of those seers? (I have been some foggy mornings when life’s stories seem so perplexing and thunderclouds rumble overhead.)
Or do you notice how sometimes you’re a spinner of webs and sometimes you’re a dew drop and sometimes you’re caught and sometimes you’re free?
Do you see how things appear for a moment and then disappear?
Are you awake to how this intersects in your life, or are you sleeping with the next thought? (I am often sleeping with the next thought and miss what the spider whispers.)
Let’s notice.
We’re all walking a road through life. A dirt road perhaps. It seems to stretch endlessly in front of us, but it’s really quite short. It’s so very very short. Just around the bend we may realize we’ve missed actually noticing the wild asters, the waving goldenrod, the first hints of autumn.
Our souls pound dirt and gravel without really realizing the love that stretches all around. Flute tree, rain web, road of life.
So short.
May we wake up fully to our heart’s knowing. That is the spider’s prayer as she pauses weaving in the rain. Do you hear the silent music from the flute tree?
Lake Superior Spirit 
Though I grew up in the city, I have found real life far from the pavement.
I enjoyed spending this moment with you and your beautiful nature photos. XOXO
Yes, life far from the pavement can nourish our souls. Thanks for your photo compliment! I have a grown-up cell phone for the first time and it’s taking pretty good pics I think.
It is, indeed. 🙂
People called my old phone bad names, lol, because it took such awful photos.
Ah, the good ol’ days – when life unfolded in words. *sigh*
Sweet reminders! Gorgeous pix, yay new phone ❤️
Hey thanks, Jodi! Love the new phone–and YOU!
Beautiful. I needed that walk.
Sarah, I am glad we were able to walk together here. ❤
I’ve always loved your road. It does look like it goes forever, but you are right roads, and life, is short.
Thinking of you right now, Dawn, and how you look for beauty as you walk the roads of your life. ❤
An endless flow of instantly vanishing moments… Love the glimpses of presence you captured, and the lovely flute tree.
YES, Barbara, glimpses of Presence! So hard to put into words sometimes, but there’s so much love in It. ❤
A beautiful prose poem, Kathy. And a reminder to look up from that dirt road/paved road/the road that seems to stretch in front of us…. and STOP. The road is inconsequential. The stopping and breathing in, listening, singing with the flute trees, loving and being – that’s what is consequential.
Oh how lovely to express it that way–to STOP and notice what’s in front of us. And surely seeing the love that is stretching along the road is an amazing gift. Seeing you and your love right now, Pam. ❤
Thanks, Kathy. I caught your love Hi and sending a new one back at you! 🙂
A wonderful post. Thankyou for sharing.
Dor, I am so glad it touched your heart. Just as your comment touched mine. ❤
I’m a flute player, Kathy, yet this is the first time I’ve heard of a flute tree! I can see where it’s aptly named though. Our Central Illinois spiders have been busy spinning webs in trees, bushes, and on the ground. I wonder if that means we’re going to have a hard winter?? At any rate, your post has given me time to pause and enjoy the journey … and for that, I thank you!
Debbie, I really had never heard of a flute tree either–until I saw this one in the woods. The woodpecker-bored holes looked just like my daughter’s native American flute and so…obviously the tree must have been dreaming of becoming a flute. Lol, it’s so fun to see metaphors and poems and dreams everywhere.
Now you’ve got me thinking–will we all have a hard winter? My husband said he’s read that it’s supposed to be. I’m not sure I want to believe him.
Glad you liked my little story/poem/dream, Debbie. It just wanted to be written!
Your photos are quite good, Kathy. I enjoyed these very much. What brand and model cell phone are you using, may I ask? I actually thought that you have taken the photos with a DSLR camera- you know like a Canon or a Nikon or similar camera.
Thank you, Yvonne. It is really nice to be talking with you again! Yes, I’ve always taken photos with a Canon, at least in the last ten years or so. It has a real good lens, but is hard to carry it around because of its heaviness. The new cell is an iPhone SE and it’s quite amazing that such a little camera can take such crisp and clear pictures. In some ways–perhaps not all–it’s better than the old Canon. At least it’s easy to carry around!
Yes, I can’t argue with you about your iphone. I want to get one because the pics are superior to what mine can do. But maybe I just don’t know how to properly use it- but I shall see after a few more months. What does the “SE” stand for? It is like an iphone 10 or iphone plus?
Yvonne, I have no idea what SE stands for! It’s a small phone compared to some of the big iPhones so someone guessed that SE meant “small”. LOL. It’s an iPhone but not one of those expensive iPhones. Not sure…
Yes. ❤ Love this, love you, thank you.
I suspect you would have called this a “flute tree” too, dear Robin! You are welcome.
I really love this perspective that you have written this post in. Beautiful pictures also!
Thank you so much for pausing to share your heart!