Every time these mountains catch my eye, I admire their shameless grandiosity. Reaching serenely up into sky and down into valley, arms wide open. Resolutely holding sacred space by being none other than themselves.
Stepping outside one morning recently I looked up and laughed with surprise and joy. The bushes weighted down with fresh snowfall bowed over the pathway so devoutly. An untrodden white path leading into the most glorious snow scene I have ever seen.