#56 Glide


This photo, taken on my spring trip to New Orleans, reminds me of a scene from Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place. In Refuge, Terry Tempest Williams writes about the ways in which her life and understanding are changed by the cancer slowly killing the women in her family and the flooding of the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge, a Refuge she cares for, learns from and loves. Her experience of both beg the question: 'How can we find refuge in change?'

After heading to the Bird Refuge on an especially difficult afternoon Tempest writes:
"I love to watch gulls soar over the Great Basin. It is another trick of the lack to lure gulls inland. On days such as this, when my soul has been wrenched, the simplicity of flight and form above the lake untangles my grief. 'Glide' the gulls write in the sky--and, for a few brief moments, I do."
(quoted from Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place, 75)


ELK said...

colors of wonder here ~ thank you for a peaceful post~ elk

L.L. Barkat said...

And this picture... I love how the statue looks as if it is gliding through the sky.

Char said...

lovely words and a lovely shot to go with them. grief is like that - only forgotten in brief moments.

Joelle said...

Came here via L.L.'s tasteful ad. :) I love Terry's Refuge book. Fell into it at the same time my grandmother was dying, so it seemed that we walked together through the valley. Actually participated in a writing workshop that Terry led and appreciated her gentle invitation to listen to self and speak truly.... Beautiful blog! You perfectly companion pictures with words. Will be back!