Wish I could’ve captured and shared with you the view of Mt Hood as I flew in to Portland from my recent trip to Denver – it was sunset, and we were above a thick cloud cover of the ground below…but there was the great mountain that has claimed so many lives – majestic, more than beautiful, with the evening sun striking it in such an amazing way that it left me speechless, with tears in my eyes, my mind a blank but for the word “glory!”.
I had the strangest dream last night – during part of it, I could either fly or jump really high in slow motion, not sure which!, and I was getting this amazing view of mountains off on the horizon, with a silver waterfall – it was so incredibly beautiful, and in my dream I was weeping because it was so beautiful, and I kept thinking – God! – but no other words would come.
I had the strangest dream last night – during part of it, I could either fly or jump really high in slow motion, not sure which!, and I was getting this amazing view of mountains off on the horizon, with a silver waterfall – it was so incredibly beautiful, and in my dream I was weeping because it was so beautiful, and I kept thinking – God! – but no other words would come.
2 comments:
This, dear one, is poetry.
That's a great picture!!
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