Keeping Awe Alive

Where I’m At, Part 3

You can hardly blame me for being goo-goo eyed. We’ve had the chance to plant ourselves next to dear friends on a mountainside for three months when weather is at its most ideal.

All sky, close to weather, southern exposure and a panoramic view from east to west or west to east, my head back and forth, like I’m watching a tennis match but in slow motion.

The word ‘clouds’ does not do justice to the rivers and ocean of vapor atmosphere that parade and show themselves in every conceivable way, right in front of us, every single day.

Let me show and share as simply and directly as I know how.

and drumroll…..

6:35pm East Wilton Maine, September 7, 2024,

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<<I joked with Alisa last night that taking beautiful pictures up here, mountainside in East Wilton, is like ‘shooting fish in a barrel.’ Not that I could handle a weapon or do such a deed in real life but I can practically close my eyes up here and snap, snap, snap, snap.

Awe is under-rated.  It IS the antidote to cynicism and small, hard, know-it-all human thinking. At its most healing, it reminds us that there is something bigger than us. We are given grace whether we deserve it or not, whether we are in active pain or having a great day. It is available to all including those we deem ‘enemy.’  

Can we over-do Awe?  How many pretty pictures will it take before we glaze over and say yeah, yeah, yeah-but? Only we know our internal temperature when we connect or disconnect and can’t let any soft light in. May the season of cramped darkness be brief for you.

I’ll risk over doing awe for now. I have to trust that it will find you where and when you need it most.>>