June 22, 2010

• Beauty

  At times during our trip the beauty was so great I wanted to stop the car, get out and yell “STOP! STOP! Stop being so beautiful, so perfect. I can’t handle it anymore.”

  Something deep inside felt that it would burst if I saw anymore, and it would hurt so much I would never recover.

  …The creek with its steep banks and trees who didn’t listen to their mothers and grew too close to the side, toppling over…

  I loved adjusting to the beauty. Not being shocked, breathless, and pained by it. The first days of Glacier National Park were overwhelming. I was not physically, mentally, or emotionally prepared. But then slowly…you accept the beauty. You quit trying to grab your camera, and you whisper a prayer instead. You open your eyes each moring to the beauty and agree with it: yes, it is beautiful; it is good.  

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