Winter weighs on Earth realms
This moonlit night feast eyes on high…
Let Cold Moon warm malaise
© Ilija Lukić 2025
A mid-afternoon, early-January meander in 38ºF air along Jordan Lake encourages an intentionally brisk pace. Physical comfort in the raw weather instead of making time for mindful spiritual seasoning is a priority, until a shoreline glade of towering loblolly pines quietly grabs my attention.
Darkening overcast skies, dramatic vertical angles of tree trunks, subdued light filtering through evergreen canopies, a soft carpet of pine straw and the palpable silence within said colonnade cause mind’s eye and heart to take flight into a 10th and 11th-century European Romanesque cathedral.
An awareness of safety and peace takes hold of my inner being. My soul soars longingly into the stillness, brimming with a renewed God-given sense of the Eternal.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
On our life’s journey…heart, mind and soul thrive remarkably when destinations like tranquility spring from an equilibrium of sound and broken consequences that flow from choices made in coping with life experiences.
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Lift eyes and heart…dawn’s glow heralds God’s grace.
Said Light grabs hearts from sea to shining sea
And souls rejoice, made new by His embrace.
Peace and love hold sway—what’s meant to be will be.
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Walking alone…
My heart brings to light
That solitude nourishes,
Oh undying soul,
Not only immortal human essence
But also clears mind
Stuck in crippling hellhole
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Every now and then when frayed edges in the tapestry of existence befall the sanctuary of my spiritual essence, I make time for a pick-me-up at a favorite wellspring of inspiration—my quiet place.
A weathered tree trunk washed ashore by storm surge some years ago serves as haven for mindful contemplation. Here the welcome embrace of quietude prevails on mind, heart and soul to give rise to ripples of serenity that fill my inner being with peace and tranquillity.
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Autumn fades boldly
Leaves shout rousing fare-thee-well
Winter bides his time
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Two days hence, the winter solstice will mark the longest night of Old Man Winter;’s heydays. This year paucity of rain, frigid nights and absence of blustery autumn winds have slowed leaf fall, especially in sheltered woodland hollows. Ergo, colorful carpets of leaf litter and pine straw atop forest duff paint rousing fare-thee-wells to autumn and playfully welcome winter slumber. Albeit, snow remains a distant memory.
With bated breath and whispered hurrah, the natural world bids picturesque farewell to the vibrant heydays of autumn in guarded anticipation of the imminent and more stark realities of wintertide. A late-autumn frame of mind has long been a fitting tempo for pause and reflection on life’s blessings and—in the face of fast-paced technological advances and distractions—the necessity for interconnectedness of human hearts with nature, family and friends.
Melanie and I wish all a fulfilling season of appreciating blessings, reconnecting with people in your lives and commemorating meaningful, cherished experiences…Happy Thanksgiving!
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Our Christmas cactus set buds and blooms early this year and reflects my upbeat mood about living in the greatest county in the world...America. A son of immigrants, I feel blessed beyond measure to be a citizen—free to pursue dreams and opportunities—one of which was 30 years of service to our Nation in the United States Air Force.
While I reflect about life, a sixty-degree late-autumn day beckons heart and soul to indulge an itch for sunlit adventure down nearby woodland trails. Before leaving, I make time to kick back in a favorite easy chair and reminisce about bygone days and sources of inspiration.
Memorabilia on a chess table, built by a friend and cabinet maker in New Mexico, hints at some of my lifelong interests and affections.
They include: Winterkill, a novel by C.J. Box—an American author introduced to me by my friend Dee Burton; two vintage issues of National Geographic Magazine—August and September of 1949—which still buoy my lifelong love of travel and photography; and an Ansel Adams photo collection in a hardcover book gifted by my daughter Lea on one of my birthdays. Adams' photography of the Yosemite Valley, American Southwest and his philosophy of making pictures continues to inspire my photography.
To help wrap up my trip down memory lanes, pinned by one of my favorite cameras, lie several magazines. Their images and cover lines stir echoes of our days in New Mexico—a land of enchanted vistas and mixing bowl of cultures, with tenacious people, vibrant art and a future laden with optimism and endless possibilities. Their pages spill reminders of adventure and give rise to a yearning…bury my heart in New Mexico!
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Brave souls caught between a rock and hard place,
Held captive by slings and arrows of life,
Leave no stone unturned and with zest embrace
Liking their journey despite throes and strife.
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Clear glum heart and mind
With a walk in autumn woods—
Life off the beaten path.
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Mission accomplished whisper leaves and pine straw set free to inspire wayfarers as each write the next chapter of their never-ending saga in the circle of life.
Yes, life is a river of no return
That yearns for calm folds of eternity,
Where cascades come to be gentle nocturne
And ragged souls gain peace and harmony.
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Autumn songs and colors abound of late,
They gird hearts for a peek through heaven’s gate,
Fresh reverie reigns twenty-four seven—
Like walking on air, in seventh heaven.
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Shadows prompt fanfare,
When sunbursts unleash forces
That slow their demise
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Mindful communion between heart, mind and soul finds creative outlet in catching sight of and then perpetuating the artistry of light, shadow and ripples of time. Said visual poetry of spirit and light—meant to appeal to both senses and mind, as well as provide solace—engages passions and even heals physical and mental ailments spawned by traumas of life.
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Dark skies weigh on heart,
Autumn rains refresh the soul
Wind whispers, amen.
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Autumn meanders into hill and dale
Without fanfare, although with bated breath;
She readies heartstrings, waiting to exhale—
With gaiety paints summer’s dance of death.
Dreams of harmony mid blossoms of spring
And summer’s dazzling skies her heart compel,
To dance ‘cross Earth realms, rejoice in last fling,
With one eye on life come winter’s hushed spell.
She holds dear the season’s waning sunshine,
Gladly bathes in warm hues of morning light,
Lets her soul spill joy unto swamped shoreline
And speak of hope in times of wretched plight.
Autumn’s eye-catching drama—hit-or-miss—
Fills human heart and soul with divine bliss.
© Ilija Lukić 2024
Havoc wrought by hurricane Helene continues to plague lands and people here in the Carolinas. Washed out highways and byways slow recovery efforts. The brunt of the tropical storm spared our neighborhoods; although the effects of copious rains, blustery winds and scattered tornados mark her passage northward. As waters in rain-swollen lakes and streams recede, tranquil ephemeral pools in shoreline woodlands whisper encouragement and speak of hope…this too shall pass.
Mid-afternoon at Jordan Lake NC sizzles in muggy, 97-degree temperatures. A northeasterly breeze ripples lake waters and eases the oppressive heat with lively dances through shoreline woodlands. As drought conditions across our state deepen, stray summer thunder showers take the edge off anguish over parched farmlands and city neighborhoods
The sequestered confluence of the New Hope River and Haw River lies at the southernmost reaches of an idyllic sixteen-mile expanse of lake waters. A flood control dam near this watersmeet tamed the rivers, captured their torrents and eventually shaped Jordan Lake. With an average depth of 14 feet it’s a shallow reservoir, yet it’s quarter-million, acre-feet of water augment numerous municipal waterworks.
© Ilija Lukić 2024
Vistas from ranger station overlook at Jordan Lake Dam near confluence of Haw and New Hope River
