I feel like I am at Mesa Arch again, watching the sun rise through the distant mountains, Washerwoman Arch etched in the brightening light, the soft glow of the sun reflected on the red hued arch above me. Great music is a gift of supernal majesty. Like the beams of sunlight illuminating the valley below, it lights up my soul. He could not hear, but his music speaks to all mankind. Let not our differences divide us. We are all born from the dust of stars, our humanity an enduring testament to the greatness that we, as a species, can achieve when we transcend our limitations and draw inspiration from the Creator that made us all.
Even in the early morning, as the planes are being deiced in the airport, the beauty of Oregon and its mountains won’t let you go. Bend, Oregon. Incredible town.
Flying across the continent, we arrived in Bend – the launching point for a mid spring visit to the Cascades. It was an ideal base to drive around the high desert and visit Crater Lake. I did not know much about the town until we landed. And for several days, it became clear to me. This is one of the great places in the United States to visit, and perhaps even live in. Mountains and lakes nearby. A river to go tubing in. And as we were leaving, the view from the window was still spectacular. Beautiful deicing? It was, in Bend.
Sometimes, when the light is right, you don’t even have to see the sun to see a beautiful sunrise. With the dust scattering the morning light towards the mid autumn sky, how can one not stop and just wonder at the beauty that is around us. We forget, sometimes, that every day can be special. Each day is a gift. Our mind knows this, but our heart must feel it. In the midst of life’s trials, there is always something that can bring love into our lives. And in truth, as long as love prevails, beauty will always be there.