“Embrace the layers of life…the magnificent colors, the darker shadows, the unfolding mysteries, the seemingly misplaced intrusions, the unique textures of myriad experiences. All things come together in the good that is you…”
Fall is that wonderful feeling you get from under a toasty warm, soft, fluffy comforter…….right before winter crawls in to bed and puts its ice cold toes on you! 😆😂
Sneffels Range from Dallas Divide
“I saw the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and his train filled the temple.” ~Isaiah
Mount Sneffels, Colorado
The secret to life is knowing where the true gold is…
San Juan Mountains
I doubt if gorgeous creatures know how gorgeous they are. They are probably not like humans that seem to get their self-esteem through interacting with other humans. It’s enough for this hawk (Red-tailed, I believe) to simply live his life fulfilling it’s purpose. It should be enough for me as well in my appreciation of it, but I seem unable to resist my human nature in forcing my human judgments upon it that it is “gorgeous.” It never knew of my judgment, never cared. It just flew off and continued to live out it’s purpose unencumbered by my opinions. I find myself wanting to be more like the hawk.
I’ll walk this path, rather than drive, to feel the earth beneath my feet –
soft moist soil, grass
solid immovable rock
crackling twigs and
crispy fallen leaves
I want to hear the sounds of the forest, not the engine of my car –
rushing breezes through the conifers
rustling aspen leaves
calling ravens high above and
trickling streams below
I want to smell nature’s aroma, not the exhaust from burned gasoline
sweet wild rose
wet woody wood and
a wiff of deer musk
I want to see natural color, not the bugs on a windshield, no plastic, no ink
golden sunlight glistening
deep cobalt skies unending
living greens beaming and
ancient stones layering
I want to know what’s around that bend ahead –
another bend? What’s around it?
a meadow of flowers?
expansive peak vista?
Walk with me, let our
souls do the talking
minds do the wandering
senses do their discovering
spirits do their flying.
West Elk Mountains
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I lost a dear friend to covid yesterday.
After I hung up the phone from hearing the shocking news from her broken-hearted husband, I began thinking about how inadequate words are at a time like this. We rely on well-intentioned platitudes to break down a mountain of pain and sorrow into smaller fragments that we can somehow wrap our brains around, but we still end up buried in a landslide of unanswered questions and the jagged edges of reality. Our best hope is that the rivers of time will gradually smooth the hardness of these events, perhaps allowing us to sit on the banks of happier memories under the sunshine of love shared, and have our spirits restored. Until then, we hug. We care. We wait…
St. Elmo, Colorado
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The circle of life continues to spin, whether we like it or not. Change happens…whether we like it or not. The passing season gives way to the coming season, whether we like it or not. Therein is a problem. We insist on liking/disliking, judging good from bad, believing we can accept/reject something out of existence – in the same way that a child thinks that kicking and screaming all the way to the bedroom is really going to change the inevitable. A way of life – gone. A loved one – gone. A job – gone. My hair – gone! Welcome to the new normal, like it…or not. As long as we have our eyes on what we have lost we’ll never be able to see what we may have gained – nor see what we didn’t lose – nor see what we never really had to begin with. Open your eyes. Open your hands. Open your heart. Open your mind and let new possibilities in.
Ten Mile Range,
“you make autumn mist
taste like champagne
and turn winter rain
into the elixir of life itself.”
― Sanober Khan
“I am hopeful because love overflows from my heart. Gratitude for beauty and life leads my way.”
― Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life