In the past week, I’ve canoed through a beautiful bayou to reach the lake at sunset, walked amidst towering cypress trees to watch the moon rise, and sat in the grass in my front yard staring up at mockingbirds and blue jays sharing the power lines while a cicada made the most amazingly loud sound just over my head in the pine tree.  When I try to describe these experiences with words, they always come out as lists of things seen.  But the experience itself, being there, is so much more than that.  I guess that’s why it’s called wordlessness.  If you live in the NOLA area and want to reconnect with nature and experience some wordlessness for yourself, come join me next week for sunrise wordless walks at the swamp. More details here:

Meanwhile, enjoy these peaceful images from my recent explorings…