There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
– Edith Wharton
It’s been unusually cold for the season. Yesterday morning it was 25 degrees, and everything was covered with frost. It was very beautiful. (I bet it will be beautiful today as well, but it’s still dark out.)
Those are blackberry bushes to the left, closest in the picture above. It wasn’t that long ago since we picked the ripe blackberries under a merciless, burning sun. I love the changes of the season. It definitely makes life more magical!
Closeup on the frozen blackberry bushes.
A naked tree, with branches reaching towards the sky, standing in front of a walnut groove, admiring her beauty in the lake.
When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.
We don’t have any snow in the valley where I live right now, but our big volcanos, Mount Shasta, and Mount Lassen are covered in a big white blanket. I can see them both when I drive in to town, and they take my breath away almost every day (if it’s cloudy I can’t see them.) The view of the volcanos humbles me, and put things in perspective. I’ve noticed that my eyes always are searching for them. I’ve lived most of my life in the mountains. I love mountains.
Something else that I’ve noticed lately, is that it’s more than just a preference. When I can’t see mountains, and wide open spaces, I get irritable. It became very clear to me yesterday when I had to drive into a small town, (that most people love,) with very narrow streets, how I felt almost claustrophobic. No, not almost, I felt claustrophobic. This is a very beautiful little town in northern California. It’s always on the list of the most beautiful places. I’ve only met very kind people there. It doesn’t really make sense to not like this place! It’s situated in a beautiful area, BUT when you’re in town you can’t see the mountains, even if they are very close. All you can see is houses, and cars. The streets are so narrow, that even though there isn’t very many people there, it always feel crowded. I remember thinking that the first time I went there, five years ago, but I haven’t experienced what I experienced yesterday before. A need to leave right away, as fast as possible. It is like my senses have become more sensitive. Or something..
With that I wish you a wonderful day, (it’s 5.30 am here.) Enjoy the beauty that surrounds you! What familiar view do you have where you live, that you appreciate the most? Is there a particular feature in the landscape that makes you feel on top of your world? What is it?
All the best,