Dear Teresa, your words made me think of our connection with all beings--those of the past, the present, and the future. Across the far western shore, the ancient ones await us. And turning back to the east we see those rising from the mist. And then it is that I find myself entertaining the notion of reincarnation. Peace.
There is something so primordial about drifting along with a river knowing that the stream has cut away the earth and created a path for all time to pass through. Nice words you write here. Thank you.
Another beautiful poem and photo. When Lewis and Clark were traveling through what is now Montana they arrived at a spot on the Missouri River that is now known as "The Gates of the Mountains." Lewis and Clark were in awe of this spectacular place. They wrote about it extensively in their journals. This photo and your poem so fits this magical place.
Teresa I love it when you are happy. Happiness is the fuel of the spirit. Your compliment humbles me. I re-read the passage of Lewis's journal and found this. Suddenly, there loomed before them towering rock formations unlike any they had ever seen. From both sides of the river, limestone cliffs rose to a spectacular height of 1200 feet. "In many places," wrote Meriwether Lewis, "the rocks seem ready to tumble on us." At each bend in the waterway, great stone walls seemed to block passage, only to open like gentle giant gates as the expedition drew near. In his journal, Meriwether wrote: "I shall call this place: "GATES OF THE MOUNTAINS". You can only imagine all of the incredible things they saw on the Expedition. This beautiful place grabbed their full attention. It was probably the highlight of the trip. They continued on a mile or so till they found level ground. They stopped and stayed a few days to rest, recoup, and gather provisions. Their bodies and spirits were renewed.
Steven, This is exactly what I needed in this very moment ... your comment left at High Noon, a time of fresh thought. I'm so glad you reread the passage and shared it with me ... what a beautiful description of your response as well. They surely had a wonderful sense of their lives expanding as their vision of it expanded... as it is and should always be...
Dear Teresa, your words made me think of our connection with all beings--those of the past, the present, and the future. Across the far western shore, the ancient ones await us. And turning back to the east we see those rising from the mist. And then it is that I find myself entertaining the notion of reincarnation. Peace.
ReplyDeleteIt is as though we are all here, together, on the river, as one....
DeleteThere is something so primordial about drifting along with a river knowing that the stream has cut away the earth and created a path for all time to pass through. Nice words you write here. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI love that primordial feeling in life... And, I love your comment. So very true...
DeleteThe wisdom of the ancient ones was to bend with the river, not change it. Sadly mush of that wisdom has been set aside.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is that bending that is so essential, and the river rich with the symbolism of life and our eternal connection to the source of it.
DeleteAnother beautiful poem and photo. When Lewis and Clark were traveling through what is now Montana they arrived at a spot on the Missouri River that is now known as "The Gates of the Mountains." Lewis and Clark were in awe of this spectacular place. They wrote about it extensively in their journals. This photo and your poem so fits this magical place.
ReplyDeleteI cannot tell you how much this comment means to me. It reaches me at my deepest, happiest place.
DeleteTeresa I love it when you are happy. Happiness is the fuel of the spirit. Your compliment humbles me.
ReplyDeleteI re-read the passage of Lewis's journal and found this. Suddenly, there loomed before them towering rock formations unlike any they had ever seen. From both sides of the river, limestone cliffs rose to a spectacular height of 1200 feet. "In many places," wrote Meriwether Lewis, "the rocks seem ready to tumble on us." At each bend in the waterway, great stone walls seemed to block passage, only to open like gentle giant gates as the expedition drew near. In his journal, Meriwether wrote: "I shall call this place: "GATES OF THE MOUNTAINS". You can only imagine all of the incredible things they saw on the Expedition. This beautiful place grabbed their full attention. It was probably the highlight of the trip. They continued on a mile or so till they found level ground. They stopped and stayed a few days to rest, recoup, and gather provisions. Their bodies and spirits were renewed.
Steven, This is exactly what I needed in this very moment ... your comment left at High Noon, a time of fresh thought. I'm so glad you reread the passage and shared it with me ... what a beautiful description of your response as well. They surely had a wonderful sense of their lives expanding as their vision of it expanded... as it is and should always be...
DeleteThank you so much.