Taken with my camera phone while at work.
A couple more from our camping trip in Norwood, Colorado.
“We accept the love we think we deserve.” I heard that the other day and was forced to think about some of my own relationships.
I have a few friends who inspire me, who’s lives I ponder at length. What is it about them that makes me want to be friends with them so badly?
1. They rarely need something from me. I might be valuable to them in certain situations for my talent or my contribution to a specific project but it’s not like that all time. I’m not the go to for help. They are the ones who just want to be friends because we can, not because of what I can offer them.
2. They are the ones who don’t offer me advice. They don’t need to change me. They never judge my life.
3. When they walk in the room, I’m just happy to be around them because they make the room light up with their presence.
4. They validate me.
5. These friends make me feel safe and comfortable in my own skin.
I am privileged to have many of these friends. They are all around. Somehow, I have been surrounded by these happy, contented, driven, amazingly creative people who I would not hesitate to call up if I was in their area just to chat and have coffee. I hope, my friends, you are accepting this love because you more than deserve it.
The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,
and on its outer point, some miles away,
the lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,
A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.
Even at this distance I can see the tides,
Upheaving, break unheard along its base,
A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides
in the white tip and tremor of the face.
And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright,
through the deep purple of the twilight air,
Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light,
with strange, unearthly splendor in the glare!
No one alone: from each projecting cape
And perilous reef along the ocean’s verge,
Starts into life a dim, gigantic shape,
Holding its lantern o’er the restless surge.
Like the great giant Christopher it stands
Upon the brink of the tempestuous wave,
Wading far out among the rocks and sands,
The night o’er taken mariner to save.
And the great ships sail outward and return
Bending and bowing o’er the billowy swells,
And ever joyful, as they see it burn
They wave their silent welcome and farewells.
They come forth from the darkness, and their sails
Gleam for a moment only in the blaze,
And eager faces, as the light unveils
Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.
The mariner remembers when a child,
on his first voyage, he saw it fade and sink
And when returning from adventures wild,
He saw it rise again o’er ocean’s brink.
Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same,
Year after year, through all the silent night
Burns on forevermore that quenchless flame,
Shines on that inextinguishable light!
It sees the ocean to its bosom clasp
The rocks and sea-sand with the kiss of peace:
It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp,
And hold it up, and shake it like a fleece.
The startled waves leap over it; the storm
Smites it with all the scourges of the rain,
And steadily against its solid form
press the great shoulders of the hurricane.
The sea-bird wheeling round it, with the din
of wings and winds and solitary cries,
Blinded and maddened by the light within,
Dashes himself against the glare, and dies.
A new Prometheus, chained upon the rock,
Still grasping in his hand the fire of love,
it does not hear the cry, nor heed the shock,
but hails the mariner with words of love.
“Sail on!” it says: “sail on, ye stately ships!”
And with your floating bridge the ocean span;
Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse.
Be yours to bring man nearer unto man.
··· Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ···
I know all National Parks have beauty. But Glacier National Park has been really fun to photograph.
This lily is in our front yard. It has such marvelous color