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Blue Mountains

Everywhere I go, I am caught in the swirl of blue.  Perhaps, it is due to our cool and cloudy days.  Or perhaps it is an aspect of just shorter winter days.  Whatever the cause, I am captivated by the beauty of mountain peaks of blue, frosted white on top with snow.  My early morning walks with Jasmine have been almost "other world" experiences.  I have seen a lazy morning sunrise, rosy pink, spread across the sky at the same time and place that a sliver of a moon is getting ready to rest.  A sunrise and a moonset taking place in the same morning sky!  And yes, all that happens within the blue frame of mountain peaks.  Even twilight bears a tranquil blue, perhaps reflecting back the picture of the mountain calm.  But for now, as I look to the western the sky, the sliver of the night moon with a diamond studded planet right above it, is just smiling down at me.  All is calm, all is bright. . .  

The year is being ushered out in blue.  There is something very refreshing to bask in the beauty of this day.  I am finding myself open to continued newness, realizing that fear is never my friend.  If I don't allow myself to be open to changes, I will not be able to move forward and I will miss out on new memories and joys.  Why does it take us so long to realize that the best things in life are usually right before us, if we only paid attention? 


 

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