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Today I Love The Distant Mountains

foggy morning
Mountains so deep in the mist that you cannot see them to disturb them in their thoughts

Today I love the distant mountains in the mist, sometimes there, sometimes hiding, never with malice or aforethought, and for reasons only they might know, for my being able to see them or not see them means nothing or as near to nothing to them as makes no difference. I love that I asked the mountains if they care that they look so beautiful to me and they shrugged their mighty shoulders and went on contemplating the mysteries that are so far beyond our comprehension that only they can manage to ponder them, and I was thankful for their thought of such things for without them who would give those matters consideration, certainly not we, whose tiny understandings could not hope to encompass such complex matters. I love that we have mountains on this planet that are here to think of all the things that mountains think of, for we would be surely lost without them. I love that as trivial as my thoughts are, they are my part in the collective consciousness, and perhaps in my small way my loving the sight of the mountains is my way of supporting them for now that I think about it, someone must love the mountains and it might as well be those of us who do.

Today I love that we are packing up, punctuation of the sort that ends the thought of staying in Sidney, British Columbia, and getting ready for the next paragraph of our adventure that starts with a capital “V” and tells the story of our days in the bustling city of Victoria. I love that the ending of something, the leaving of some place, is the mind’s cue to begin collating its memories and savoring the last of the flavors of a place. I love that no story ends without another beginning. I love the way our plans always seem to work out for us when we travel. I love that yesterday we thought it would cost us about a hundred dollars each way to visit Salt Spring Island and when we paid to go over it cost us only $60ish and on the way back we discovered that the ticket was a return ticket and so we had a very lovely dinner out on what amounted to found money.

Today I love meals that taste so good I eat every bite despite the fact that when it arrived at my table I was certain that half of it would be coming home with me to the hotel in a take out container. I love that we often opt for food we cannot get readily at home. I love that restaurants that are clearly one of a kind are more likely to find us at their tables because I love the idea of eating something I may never get to enjoy again and yet might remember for ever.

Today I love sipping coffee while the mountains shroud themselves in mist and think of things I cannot even begin to tell you about.

Today I Love The Distant Mountains


Kelly Babcock

I was born in the city of Toronto in 1959, but moved when I was in my fourth year of life. I was raised and educated in a rural setting, growing up in a manner I like to refer to as free range. I live in an area where my family history stretches back 6 or more generations. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 50 and have been both struggling with the new reality and using my discoveries to make my life better. I write two blogs here at Psych Central, one about having ADHD and one that is a daily positive affirmation that acts as an example of finding the good in as much of my life as I possibly can.

Find out more about me on my website: writeofway.

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Babcock, K. (2019). Today I Love The Distant Mountains. Psych Central. Retrieved on September 18, 2019, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/today-i-love/2019/07/today-i-love-the-distant-mountains/

 

Last updated: 10 Jul 2019
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