December 08, 2002

From a High Place

Image copyright Fred First

To walk the same steps through four seasons; to see the same steadfast ridges like the loops and curls of fingerprints that seemingly never change, unique to these hills alone; to see that life goes on in ordained ways about and within me. This is a thing I own. This is wealth. I do not own the air that fuels these transient living cells that carry me up and over and down this mountain. Neither do I own the trees that reclaim this tattered hillside, or this ancient valley land under them.

This body that labors more each season to come here itself is leased, a borrowed book written in erasable ink. This I understand. Getting to the top of the ridge in summer and in winter is a form of praise of that which endures beyond the life of a man, a dog, a white pine or a slowly eroding valley. It is a prayer.

Posted by fred1st at December 8, 2002 06:18 AM

Sigh.....I love to come read your first post of the day just befor heading to bed. I have sweeter dreams when I do.

Thanks, Fred!

Posted by: Da Goddess at December 8, 2002 06:44 AM

This is why I come to your site every day. It's my moment of zen.

Posted by: michele at December 8, 2002 08:26 AM

Lovely. Just breathtaking.

Posted by: Artichoke Heart at December 8, 2002 10:59 AM

Michele, isn't it, though? Sigh. It's like a respite from the nastiness! I love this site.

Posted by: Da Goddess at December 8, 2002 09:07 PM

And here I am, stuck in seventy-something degree weather, trying my best to find a really good reason to leave wife, dog and grandchildren behind for a few days visit with daughter in the Ozarks where the scenery, looking down over Tory Creek Valley, is very similar.
I can even smell the wood smoke!

Posted by: Charlie at December 9, 2002 09:02 AM

not sure if you know this or not, but if you put a
"br clear="all"" (replace the outside quotes with less than and greater than symbols) it should keep your posts from running together.

Great Pictures BTW.

Posted by: Jeremiah at December 9, 2002 10:30 AM

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