Reverence.

"Summer is the time for talking, the mountains say, when the bird are singing and the creek is gurgling and there are leaves on the trees that rustle in the wind. NOW is the time to sit silently together, to feel the ice break around you, to wait for the first bluebirds to return to the feeder. NOW is the time to heal." -pam houston

Wild places have always healed me. Mystery heals me. Wonder stirs in me. But mostly, tonight I feel the heart stopping astonishment that arises when the human eye gazes into more vertical space that it can at one time comprehend. I believe the french have lent us a word for this final step beyond beauty, beyond comprehension...sublime.

reverence.