One day I sat and watched a mountain.
At dawn it was rose-colored.
Mid-morning found a sky-blue cake tipped with frosting.
Noon made it appear harsh.
Mid-afternoon painted long shadows across its face.
Twilight cast a magical haze hinting purple.
Nightfall found it velvet black.
It was the same mountain all day long.
I am that mountain.
My surface changes with the elements.
But I am the same.
Thank you
I’ll do anything to lure you out here!
Incredible….brilliant…..insightful….healing. Thank you
My, my, look at all of those elements passing over. 🙂
Thanks, Francie!
You did it again! So deep and incredibly powerful words!!!
Love you so…
Deb
Thanks, Deb. Let’s go paint that mountain–what do you say?
“I am that mountain. My surface changes with the elements. But I am the same.”
Beautiful words that so perfectly describe how our core self remains the same despite those experiences that color and shape the self we show to the world.
Thanks, Linda. You So “got” it!