Today has a quiet feel—kind of in a melancholy way, kind of in an okay way. Maybe it’s the tepid gray sky (a rare lack of sun these days for what we’ve come to greedily expect), maybe it’s a pause between two fun extended-weekend summer getaways, maybe it’s my body dragginggg and screaming at me to take it easy (I somehow put away eleven (!!) hours of sleep last night and still don’t feel entirely rested…).
I’m just trying to roll with it. And to gear up for THIS next adventure.
Synchronicity is an ever present reality for those who have eyes to see. – Carl Jung
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I couldn’t take pictures while I was floating on this river in an inner tube linked to friends yesterday, but trust me when I say it was pretty damn spectacular. The color of the water, the sight of mountain peaks around every bend, the hawks soaring overhead. This place is so beautiful! (+ I’m realllly digging this summer.)
“Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak.”~Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati Yesterday’s reward for a 5+-mile hike up into the mountains—through the lingering clouds—was a dip in this chillllllllly yet exhilaratingly refreshing glacial lake. I mean, seriously, can it get much more beautiful than this?? I felt at a loss for words at so many points yesterday.
(And, for the record, my phone took this photo AFTER falling off a bridge and spending approximately 60 seconds submerged in a rushing river….oops. My quick-thinking amiga Sara jumped down over the guardrails to salvage my poor little phone and somehow (??) it is currently still kickin’….I am dumbfounded but very happy about it all:))
My calves are SORE today, but I’m relishing the memories of yesterday’s hike across patches of brilliant green and blinding white, boulder fields and trickling snowmelt streams, not to mention the glorious 360-degree-view reward that awaited us atop Mt. Pilchuck. From the lookout point, we could see nearly every mountain range in western Washington. To say the least—it was stunning. These days, I feel so very, very lucky to call this beautiful place home.
The appearance of things change according to the emotions, and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves. ~Khalil Gibran