Now she walks in quiet solitude the forest and the streams
Seeking grace in every step she takes
Her sight has turned inside herself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.
(Technically, a beaver pond, but you get the picture. Lyrics from my soul song, Colorado Rocky Mountain High, by John Denver.)
Ah, bliss. A word that encompasses so many areas of my life. Pure enjoyment. Passion. For Photography 101 we were asked to represent out idea of bliss in a photo. I could not settle on just one.
My family is my bliss.
Being in nature l
And running – my newfound bliss
What is your bliss?