Sunday night was magical - sitting on a rock outcrop watching the bull elk bugle and the cow elk mew, alternating with owls hooting and a gentle breeze fingering the leaves of the aspen trees. Many of the calls - especially those arising from across the meadow - sounded quite ethereal. To me they seemed like the Great Mystery's never-spoken word of love resounding within the vast meadow of his seamless, spacious awareness. How could such echoes even arise? Such is the great mystery of life.
Photo: Bull elk at Moraine Park, Rocky Mountain National Park, CO, September 17, 2011
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