Surrender To Stillness

Be still my heart,

  surrender to stillness.

Let go of fear—

  draw on calm and respite,

Veiled ‘neath unease

  and feelings of duress,

In silver linings of life—

  embrace it.

© Ilija Lukić 2026

It’s been a quiet, uneasy peace with forebodings of chaos amplified by dire prognostications of raw winter weather and scurrying of humanity to prepare for the worst. In the next few days Central North Carolina will host a shindig of warm upper atmosphere southerlies from the Gulf of America and arctic northeasterlies at ground level—the most likely and unwelcome fallout, a heavy glazing of ice, a perfect silver storm.  

Surrender To Stillness

Seaforth Peninsula at Jordan Lake NC

Mindful Purpose

A copse of trees in mindful unison

Finds peace as they reflect ‘bout unity

With raw lake breezes, warmth of winter sun

And life in harmony, designed prudently.

© Ilija Lukić 2026

My post this day is a tribute to a group of nearly two dozen Buddhist monks from Ft Worth TX on their 2,300-mile Walk for Peace…their stated purpose”…not to protest, but to awaken the peace that already lives within each of us.” They will spend the afternoon and night here in Pittsboro and continue their trek in the morning.

I wish them Godspeed in their endeavor to encourage people of all walks of life to come together in the spirit of compassion, mutual respect and understanding.

Cooper's Cove on Jordan Lake NC

Spiritual Surrender

While dayspring unfolds
  a masterful work of art,
Wherein rose-hued skies
  rain liquid tranquility 
And gently affirm 
  divine grace within my heart—
Soul soars, I’m content,
  heart brims with humility.

© Ilija Lukić 2026

Rose-Hued Tranquility

Jordan Lake NC in drought

Gelid Flotilla

Our backyard thermometer, mounted near a patio door on the northern exposure of our home, flirts with afternoon high temperatures in the mid to upper thirties.

At Jordan Lake timid westerlies barely ruffle surface water. Overnight lows in the teens form first ice near secluded shorelines. Ring-billed Gulls appear to ignore the bone-chilling effects of the gelid water and huddle in silent flotillas wherever placid, wind-sheltered shallows are available. Single-digit lows and snowfall are in the forecast.

© Ilija Lukić 2026

Gelid Flotilla

Rete Mirabile - Miraculous Rest

Yesterday’s weather system brought meager rains and a half-hour of wet snow flurries with its trailing edge. As the arctic airs continue to spill into our neighborhoods and countryside, last remnants of said snow linger into afternoon hours.

Why then, with biting breezes and gelid Jordan Lake waters do overwintering Ring-billed Gulls prefer to congregate in wind-sheltered open water and shallows?

It’s not just for predator-free roosting and safety. This curious behavior also happens to be the most energy-efficient way to rest, because of unique biological designs and adaptations to manage the cold. Their leg blood vessels use a specialized, countercurrent heat exchange system that keeps their core warm. And, since the feet have little muscle and nerve tissue, they are resistant to freezing damage…a miraculous design.

© Ilija Lukić 2026

Gull Haven

Winter Visitors

Coastal Carolina seabirds are known winter visitors at Jordan Lake NC and often congregate on leeward shorelines. While most of their opportunistic, omnivore brethren are in pursuit of food, a small flock of Ring-billed Gulls enjoy a fleeting respite in sheltered shallows on an exposed tip of sandy lakebed—where the Seaforth Peninsula eases into drought-stricken lake waters. Weather forecasters call for a meager reprieve with rain, then snow followed by bone-chilling cold..

© Ilija Lukić 2026

Winter Visitors

Ring-billed Gulls at exposed lakebed on Jordan Lake NC

Old Man Willow's Sanctuary

Several venerable Willow Oaks (quercus phellos)—majestic veterans of onslaughts by storm and flood—thrive in the lakeside environment. The secluded area under their stately canopies and among gnarly sapling boles is an inviting sanctuary for wildlife. The oaks are also known as Water Oak, Peach Oak and Swamp Chestnut Oak.

The trees provide shade on hot summer days and hold cold breezes at bay in winter. The wind shadow of said stand of oaks—unmistakably shoreline sentinels as well as attention-grabbers—encourages winter visitors like Ring-billed Gulls to rest, fish and socialize in adjacent lake shallows.

© Ilija Lukić 2026

Old Man Willow's Sanctuary

Seaforth Peninsula on Jordan Lake NC

Home Free

Purpose fulfilled...home free and basking in afternoon shafts of sunshine piercing dense pine stands, a piece of Eastern Red Cedar (juniperus virginiana) driftwood deposited by summer flooding rests in winter slumber among Loblolly Pine cones—the latter, dressed to the nines. Their bluish patina is a natural decay process indicating fungal activity. 

I pause my meander through shoreline woodlands and lend heart and ear to stories of the winter wood, as spun by said pine cones. Their subtle dialog defies the chill breath of Old Man Winter, as they whisper of life in windblown canopies on the Seaforth Peninsula. But they also spill admiration and marvel at the cedar branch's tales of an arduous river cruise. After all, it was severed many miles away by thunderstorm squalls near the headwaters of the mighty Haw River. 

Before I head out, the cedar branch gives a parting nudge to my sense of self-discovery. Are we kin, threads of the same cosmic tapestry, made of the same stardust? Behold, it sighs as it touts its shape—a monogram of my last name. 

© Ilija Lukić 2026

Home Free

Self-Discovery

Time abides no one...

  unseen, yet flows in ripples

  called life’s ebb and flow.

Best witnessed when quietude

  reveals rare eddies

  in the endless tides of life—

Doors to self-discovery—

  which help clear life’s noise,

  restore glum, despondent heart

  and lost, downcast soul…

Heart learns who you truly are,

  when you shed guise and mask.

© Ilija Lukić 2026

Alone

Views from Seaforth Peninsula of distant Ebenezer Church Beach, Jordan Lake NC

Riding For The Brand

Working the spread since daybreak, cowboy time,

Ridin’ for the brand and kickin’ up dust,

Till summoned by chuck wagon dinner chime,

While skies pour gold ‘cross Dutch oven cobbler crust.

© Ilija Lukic 2026

Ridin' For The Brand

Laser-cut, brushed metal sculpture...unknown Clovis NM artisan

(acquired during my years on the High Plains of Eastern New Mexico)

Tree Of Life

Just short while past

  I cherished autumn’s throes,

Now winter’s chill

  Gnaws at body and soul,

Fuels inner qualms,

  Well-known killers of dreams,

And weaves grim web,

  As-cold-as-death in shadows,

Till hope’s showers

  Of light and warm embrace

Make my heart whole.

  Rejoice...I thrive once more.

© Ilija Lukić 2026

Hope and growth are mutually linked. Hope provides the vision and growth the capacity to achieve it. When I meander through forest leaf litter on this first day anno Domini 2026, hope springs eternal. The kaleidoscope of leaves and coarse woody debris speak volumes about growth, hope, beauty of individual differences and perpetual renewal—the tree of life.

Hope Springs Eternal

Forest duff near Mary Holmes Park, Pittsboro NC

Winter's Artful Reign

Jack Frost holds dear his artful reign,

Where fragile sun lulls raw landscape;

Yet, tell-tale heart filled with disdain

Cries havoc, there is no escape.

© Ilija Lukić 2026

Our winter has been one of extremes, with sparse precipitation and a roller-coaster ride of temperatures ranging from the teens to seventies Fahrenheit. A lingering feeling, that Old Man Winter has not yet brought the full force of his arctic minions to bear, persists. Thoughts of snow, sleet and frigid airs bring to mind both visions of exhilarating winter fun, as well as trepidations.

Winter's Artful Reign

Daybreak at Cooper's Cove on Jordan Lake NC

Hope, The Soul's Anchor

Moral decay is not a harmless weed,

Because it thrives in fields sustained by greed;

Where homeland cliques abide dens of corruption—

A shrewd means of political seduction.

Such betrayal makes heart and spirit bleed

And is by any measure a misdeed,

Designed by foul shadows to cause disruption

And pave roads to our way of life’s destruction.

Shun vile ash heaps of history…agreed?

Embrace the ethos of our Nation’s creed.

Moral quagmires are fleeting obstructions,

‘Cause hope renews life’s theatrical productions!

Come, righteous of heart—by divine grace blest—

Cherish wellsprings of hope within your breast.

When you’re storm-tossed, hope navigates unrest

And serves as soul’s anchor, on top of life vest.

© Ilija Lukić 2026

Hope is at the very heart of Christmas—a powerful, unwavering force that shapes beliefs, expectations, strength to persevere and also anchors our essence to positive future possibilities in times of uncertainty on the spiral of life.

For Christians, Jesus is the ultimate source and embodiment of hope. On January 7th, Serbian Orthodox faithful celebrate His birth…Мир Божији, Христос Се Роди…Mir Božiji, Hristos Se Rodi…May God Bring You Peace, Christ Is Born…

Hope, The Soul's Anchor

Shadowman in woodlands near Mary Holmes Park, Pittsboro NC

Whispers At The Turning Of The Year

For as long as I can remember, New Year’s Day has been a time to let the energy and symbolism of a fresh start intentionally influence my mindset and establish the tone for the year ahead.

Widespread traditions for bringing good fortune, avoiding bad luck, ensuring good health and prosperity exist within many cultures. They invite positivity into our lives. One such tradition, passed on by my father, is to seize the day by waking at first light's glint on pearls of dew and in the day's activities include an excursion into the natural world. The tradition endures. I followed in my father’s footsteps, at my heart’s behest. 

I confidently look forward to a year of inspiration and insights into the human condition etched onto the never-ending canvas of creation.

© Ilija Lukić 2026

Self-Portrait 01-01-2026

(colorized monochrome photo)

Wages Of Avarice

Beware, avarice thrives

  In worldly abyss,

Breeds vile corruption

  And consumes goodness,

Keeps soul from connecting

  With divine bliss—

You reap what you sow...

  Spiritual illness.

© Ilija Lukić 2026

Spiritual Bliss

Lone fisherman at daybreak on Jordan Lake NC

Heart's Ease

Heart craves inner peace

Nature’s touch restores heart’s ease

Peace flows eternal

© Ilija Lukić 2026

Heart's Ease

Mother and children frolic on Cooper's Cove beach at Jordan Lake NC

New Beginnings

Calendar’s turn lays bare blank canvas,

Last year’s new beginning has run its course,

Let mind aspire, let heart enchants us

And encourage action without remorse.

© Ilija Lukić 2026

In a mindful, self-aware life rooted in action true to righteous values and beliefs—unburdened by external pressures and expectations—remorse is unnecessary.

In Search Of New Beginnings

Hikers at Cooper's Cove on Seaforth Peninsula, Jordan Lake NC

Nature's Quaternity

The elements of earth, air, fire and water—I recently experienced in a Jordan Lake shoreline extravaganza of reality—are a symphony of natural forces that culminates in a celebratory, dance-infused choreography of sand, wind, sunlight and water.

In mind’s eye the Blue Danube Waltz, composed by Johann Strauss 158 years ago, is a fitting accompaniment. The iconic musical motifs drift gently across lake waters on unusually mellow and warm mid-winter breezes.

© Ilija Lukić 2025

Nature's Quaternity

Wind-driven water ripples on Seaforth Peninsula spit of Jordan Lake NC

Shared Language

Stand firm my esteemed brethren

  Of our blessed and righteous land,

Cherish our homeland’s language

  Akin your immortal soul;

Because, without said shared tongue

  Vital ties that bind disband—

As collective purpose fades,

  Destiny turns on dice roll.

© Ilija Lukić 2025

Language shapes thought and social interactions. It helps us define and frame our identity as individuals and a nation. It’s the perfect medium to capture mindful values that shape culture and build communities. Language impacts the minutia of daily life, as well as our core sense of belonging—a fundamental part of human essence wired into our nature. Language helps us feel accepted, valued and at home in relationships.

Righteous Indignation

Shadowman on Cooper's Cove shoreline at Jordan Lake NC