This weekend I took a long hike deep into the woods. A couple of miles in I encountered this:
This place was special to someone, a place of peace and meditation. A long line of prayer flags, decades old, hangs suspended from the trees.
The first time I saw them they reminded me of my Grandma’s clothes line.
I don’t follow the faith of the person who placed these flags, but as I stand on the side of a mountain looking through them I think I experience the same sense of awe.
This is a place that makes me thing of something bigger than myself….
I feel grateful standing on this place for all the wonders around me.
I am warmed by the sun and cooled by the breeze. The sunlight animates everything I see.
I stand in this spot and offer praise to my God.
the eff stop 
Love this! Both the photos, and that such a place exists ❤
Thanks – me too:)
What an amazing find!
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Lovely images Lorri,
Prayer flags are usually very bright colours (even when old), so I somehow imagine that this line of prayer flags must have been exposed to the weather for a very long time.
What an unexpected sight to behold on a woodland walk in the US.
Thanks Vikki. There are some newer ones on a nearby spring – much brighter. I loved how these were almost gossamer like.
My son brought some prayer flags back from Nepal about two years ago and they are just as faded so I think that the dyes used probably fade quite quickly. I have them on my balcony. They are quite relaxing as they float in the breeze.
The woman who places these has been doing so since the 70s. She leaves them to hang until they just disintegrate. She told me that these had been up a lot longer than most and wondered if their fabric content was a bit different. They are larger than her others – about a foot across.
Lovely to stand among the good wishes and prayers…
Yes it is
I got a chill looking at your beautiful photos, you nailed it. Believing in something greater than yourself is what it is all about, love this post, gets me where I live.
Thanks so much. I have passed this spot before and felt the urge to just stop and experience it. Glad I did this day.
me too, it is amazing. so glad you saw fit to share.
Cool. I have never come across anything like this before. I love the way you captured it with your pics, words and praise ~
Thank you – I love the way that someone has made this spot a touchpoint. I know the woman who placed them and she makes time to spend here every spring and fall. For her it’s sacred. For me it takes me to a place of worship. Funny how the flags reminded me to be in that spiritual place:)
awesomeness ♥
I have never even heard of prayer flags – this is beautiful and interesting too!
I have seen them on a couple of spots nearby, there’s a spring with smaller ones and some grass weaving on them – someone really put some work into them. There are also some in the woods next to my house, they are a memorial.
It would be such a sacred moment to come to this spot in the woods – such a beautiful photo essay. And I agree, you do live in a very diverse and welcoming community! K
Thanks – I was so taken with the sunshine in the woods and the flags were the one thing that I could really convey the light with. They looked almost etherial – well actually they were. I love Eureka and the neighboring community – a very special place.
WOW! That is cool. There must be a lot of respect for others where you are at, that is the best part of this post.
I hadn’t thought of it that way, Gary, but I think you are right. I am lucky to be living in such a diverse community.
I have never seen or heard of prayer flags but what a beautiful and peaceful concept. Beautiful photos!
I never saw them before I moved here – now I see spots like this pretty often. The woman who placed these has a few sets down in the hollow. She replaces them when they decay – these are unusual, having lasted so long. I love them.
They are beautiful.
I think so too:)
These are amazing pictures.
Thanks so much!
What a Great Surprise! Thanks for sharing – Happy Monday:)
Thanks – and happy Monday to you too!
I’ll never forget the first time I saw prayer flags in someone’s solitary, sacred space. It was moving and yet made me still. I came upon them on a walking trail in Colorado, my breath stopped and in the next moment it deepened. You captured their beauty perfectly here. What a nice memory.
I feel the same way when I see these. I know the woman who placed them. The mark the place where she lived in the woods when her child was born in the 70s. I think of waking everyday to that view and that peace – it almost makes me want to rough it. Almost:)