There is something about the mountains, they have been there forever it seems. Some invite you to climb, others dare you to try. You can get majestic views from the top, and when you explore inside the mountain the views are just as majestic. Whether snow covered or tree lined they define the horizon and remind you that nature has been here for longer than we have and will continue after we are gone. They remind us that although they look solid and immovable they are actually the result of movement itself and have shifted throughout their existence either by pressure building up or erosion tearing down. Time does not matter to them, they are not in rush, don’t complain about the weather, and stand tall in their existence. They host streams, lakes, animals, avalanches, landslides, birds, and sometimes even people with the same solid presence. They are a mass of beauty.
Where in your life are you a mountain, holding both the beauty inside and out? Where are you immovable and yet shifting? Where do you hold both growth and destruction? Stand tall in your mountain beauty.

















