I realized today when I was thinking about this blog's title that there is more than one meaning to the word mountain in my life.
The mountain of life is one thing, and the obvious one in context to the intent of the blog.
Mountains in their geographical reality are the other significant context to this blog. I am lucky enough to have been living in the beautiful Blue Ridge mountains of Western North Carolina for the past four years, and I never get tired of looking out my kitchen or living room window at the mountain across the field from my house. I watch the mountain's face change with the seasons. Right now it's at its most beautiful, since it's autumn, and this year the leaves are particularly colorful. Those leaves won't be on the trees much longer, but I'm enjoying them while they are.
Knowing how finite my life (any life) is, I am really concentrating on recognizing those moments of pleasure that exist, and being grateful for them.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment