The vast edifice of mountains surrounding Lake Tahoe whispered of the eons of time (at least 2 million years) and of the patience the universe had devoted to creating this extraordinary vision of pure and simple; the bauble of boulders was just the right accessory for accentuating her natural beauty.
I could hear my heart beating in the velvety silence of this holy place, the rhythm of my life force matching that of all mankind. It was music to my ears, the melody of the moment a song of quiet reverence for such wonder.
The crisp, still air smelled of the poetry of nature; and truth.
The strength to endure surely lies in the willingness to surrender to Earth’s beauty and intelligence.