One look says it all. To all the mothers in the world. May there be peace and love in your heart always. A love that knows no boundaries, in this life and the next.
I feel like I am at Mesa Arch again, watching the sun rise through the distant mountains, Washerwoman Arch etched in the brightening light, the soft glow of the sun reflected on the red hued arch above me. Great music is a gift of supernal majesty. Like the beams of sunlight illuminating the valley below,… Continue reading When I Listen to Beethoven’s Ninth