I saw the SKY!

This is my fourth winter. You read that right, the kind of winter with weather, snow, lots of gray days, ice and ice crystals, barely feeling the warmth of the sun for up to five months. Before these four years my life was in Southern California. Don't get me wrong, winter exists there, well all the folks with obvious seasons chuckle over that, I know. The seasons down south are more SUBTLE. Anyway, it has been gray for gosh... ten days at LEAST. I have not been my normal cheery self for about two months, for a number of reasons. I am guessing the lack of sun had it's effect in my more fragile state of being. With the encouragement of a friend I drove up to our ski mountain to get above the clouds. Now that was a brilliant suggestion! My spirit lifted immediately. The light went right in my eyes and touched my heart and my spirit was light and cheerful. Twas amazing to witness and feel this! Here is an image from up there:

Then I drove back down into the Flathead Valley, back into the clouds.....
Not much light, but I found beauty:


I went into a store, came out to find the sun and blue skies!!!
Here are sunset images:



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Blue and Clouds

Blue and clouds
they fill our souls
dance
the flight of birds
the golden sun
shines warmth
upon our wings
and we take flight
glory be
peace does fill
our souls
spilling over
with love
to be
to share
with all

Something in me wants to honor the beauty of today, the sky and poetry that rise with today's sun. Yet today I share images from October 2008 and a poem I wrote in 1979. In a sense I find the blue skied images a wonderful treat amongst all our gray days. If you want to see our gray day look at my last post.

The first image was taken on the East side of the Rocky Mountains. The next image is nearing home.

An hour after I published this post the sun rose, peaking through dark clouds lighting up my world. I have to share an image of the sky today:


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To see more scenic images go to Scenic Sunday

In One

Fluffy piles of snowflakes blanket the earth
known as champagne fluff
snowshoes sink deep
wandering a familiar route
my endless yard called wilderness
I realize I am rarely driven to leave home
in one meadow
a world of life thrives
in a quiet winter way

In one word
In one meadow
In one lover
the entire universe can be experienced
this is my sense
Is there anywhere else to go