The Power Of Nature

Last week I had the privilege of watching an evening thunderstorm travel through a mountain valley. Lightning strikes flashed while the smell of electricity hung heavy in the air. Thunder echoed deep and low and loud against surrounding rocky faces. A train whistle added interesting layers to the noise.

I watched as a mama Grizzly and her two cubs played on a snowbank across a lake....at least that's what it looked like they were doing. It was close enough to be thrilling; far away enough to be safe.

I hiked a trail I'd been on many times before only to find that this time, at a certain point, trees were strewn every which way on either side like a pile of old fashioned pick-up-sticks. I noticed the strong, sweet splintered-wood perfume before I made it to the spot of the avalanche swipe.

I hope that I'll always be in awe of the power of nature to provide, to astonish, to tear down, to rebuild, to amuse, to soothe. To encourage wonder and understanding and peace. To give places from which we can look deep within. Places where we feel real connection to the earth and to those around us.

Hope you have a wonderful weekend,
Margaret