Tell Me A Tale: Finest Moments

A bit late, but this is so close to my own perspective about life — except for the skiing part — that I had to reblog.

A Poet's Journey

My finest moments happen when the beauty and power of nature joins with the music in my soul. It doesn’t matter if it happens in a deep breath before skiing down a mountain, or as I sit witnessing the curve of the Earth bend the sea on the horizon. Please don’t misunderstand. I have no desire to rough it or eat the bark off trees as part of some pseudo-masochistic Survivor episode. It is only that the great gifts of life and love speak to me through creation. It feels like this:


I could not pick what moment was my single most finest. Thank you Joellenfor giving me a reason to ponder.

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