The Tree's of Oak Creek by Ansul
A spiritual friend showed me the way. I arrived, and I was in a daze. This is where He comes down and paints with light and shade. Sitting on these ancient smooth rocks, that my mother thinks look like layers of divine chocolate….I can hear the call of the wild. Time passes, and new landscapes appear. This has now become my writing spot. May we all protect this beautiful earth.
Such cool waters, soothing the mind, healing wounds, loving and compassionate. God sits here and paints again, but now in evening colors.
Such is the magic of Oak Creek.
Guess, you should send me more pix of this place. Cant make out much from this photo… or I am going blind. Did your mom see this place or the pix?
Sure! Please don’t go blind…