day 275: colliding plates


 I am in the mountains tonight, with bare aspen trees and pink clouds.

It is quiet here, but sometimes I wonder about the sound that was made when these mountains were formed.  A creaking and groaning sound.  Rocks falling and forming and fragmenting.  It would have been a miracle to behold, if it had happened all at once, especially.

But it took time to grow these mountains, where we go to escape and to feel higher- closer to God.  It takes us time to have our own forming.  And we fragment too, sometimes faster than a mountain, but sometimes slowly and subtly.  We make our own sounds.

I am in the mountains tonight, with bare aspen trees and pink clouds.

9 comments

Jenny | May 21, 2010 at 6:12 AM

For some time over the last few weeks, I have really been admiring the majestic feel of the mountains. How they seem to be wrapped around Utah County any which way you look.

So with that, your thoughts just add to that pondering beautifully.

Connie | May 21, 2010 at 6:30 AM

Enjoy the peace and tranquility of those bare aspen trees and pink clouds.

Luann | May 21, 2010 at 7:48 AM

Beautiful.

Susan Erickson | May 21, 2010 at 9:36 AM

nature up close gives us such wisdom...beautiful post....

Heidi Ashworth | May 21, 2010 at 9:53 AM

How beautiful. I think I am one of those who makes way too much noise through my forming. Thanks for listening.

Kimberly | May 21, 2010 at 11:10 AM

What a poet you are...I feel as if I'm there with you. Listening.

Elana Johnson | May 21, 2010 at 12:04 PM

Gorgeous. There's nothing like being in the mountains. :)

Heather | May 21, 2010 at 4:52 PM

No wonder there is so much groaning in my house, can't wait till we are all as majestic as those mountains.

Mrs4444 | May 25, 2010 at 5:30 AM

So that's what that noise was!heehee