Yearning for Pennsylvania sights and sounds, I drove deep into my photo archives for a truer sense of what I terribly miss about the place I call home.
Aside from dearest family and friends, I miss the wonderful magical waterfalls found throughout the Pocono Mountains. Over the years I have wandered miles through many a forest, following streams up steep mountains and through jagged crevasse just to stand before and relish the aura of my Pennsylvania waterfalls.
The purest, freshest air is inhaled beside a waterfall. Sounds of rushing, tumbling, splashing water delight the ears. The eyes feast on water droplets caught reflecting the sun; looking like glitter in the air. The heart beats with the rhythm, the ever-moving energy of life.
All my lovely waterfalls: the perfect place for reflection, meditation, transcending to the realm of the divine.