When: September 13-14, 2010
Swags of hairy mosses drooped heavily over the truck, like fingers groping in the looming darkness. Shadowy tentacles extended, mysteriously obscuring any indication of light. Each moisture-laden branch capturing generations of earth and tree scents. One night in the middle of a temperature rain forest—surrounded by the ancient sentinels—forever an overwhelming experience caught in time.
Rain forest vegetation—arrays of muted greens, grays, and browns—capturing the virgin forest’s essence. The emerald shaded forest clothed in mellowness and silence. Viewing an exquisite collection of mosses, trees, floor dwelling animals, and birds, our trek through the Hall of Mosses was breathtaking. Standing beside the massive Sitka Spruce—a humbling encounter with a persevering giant. Its daunting silence, a historical narrative of the upper and under stories of the ancient groves for our edification—voices of the forest.
Heavy mist penetrated the dense, foggy canopy droplet by droplet and onto my camera. Photos are few but visual images abound. Scary-looking, mossy-covered sculptures lined the easy, narrow path, producing an eerie hiking experience. The multi-hued carpet clothed the protruding roots and rotting stumps, almost in an undulating fashion. At times the mounds of green resembled gentle, rolling hills on the forest floor spreading in erratic fashion. Encroached on all sides by a lush blanket of subtle colors and textures, I felt the Creator’s arms gently wrapped around me. Standing among the ancients—in the silence— experiencing His Presence.
Something your soul has never heard,
Something unknown to any song of bird,
Something unknown to any wind, or wave, or star,
A message from the Father’s land afar,
That with sweet joy the homesick soul will thrill,
And comes to you only when you’re still. Be still! Just now be still.
There comes a presence very mild and sweet;
What are the sandals of His noiseless feet.
It is the Comforter whom Jesus sent
To teach you what the words He uttered meant.
The willing, waiting spirit, He does fill,
If you would hear His message,
Dear soul, be still!
(Streams in the Desert by Cowman)
Cameras: Canon VIXIA HMF video and Canon PowerShot SX20IS. Take a look at other photographs of our 2010 gypsy wanderings at www.corinthrose.com Thanks for stopping by!