It feels so small to be this huge.
It feels so huge to be this small.
I weep for the beauty of things. Isn’t it enormously heartbreaking sometimes? I mean, the earth, creation, the glacial lakes with their impossible blueness, the night sky, the ice and snow in the cirques, the wind in the wheat, the wildflowers and sunshine, the flax and canola side by side…the pulse of the living and the dark of the dead and decayed…it overwhelms me. I think there are times when I suddenly feel it all, all of it, like I’m wearing cosmic goggles and not a single atom or cell goes unnoticed, and so I cry. So much beauty! So little time.
I’m so lucky to have called this very moment a homecoming. In fact, I think I’m lucky to call the North Cascades home at all…they’ve put a spell on me. I want to get homier with them. Homier? Yes. Homier. Oh…you know what I mean.
Also, a chiding is in order: if you are a resident of Washington, you should feel great shame if you’ve never driven the North Cascades highway up and down into Winthrop. Shame on you. Highway 20. It’s calling your name!
More in a bit! I have two beauties coming to stay for a few days and before they arrive I’ve got to give everything a spiffy-spiffering and mow 5 acres of lawn. I also have some oceanic chit chat for you and some pretty images from my Puget Sound jaunt. I can’t wait to share! I missed you.