On the road. . .
A breath of sanity . . .

The view out my window today . . .

Vail in autumn

I'm in Colorado now, high up in the Rockies. Yesterday I didn't want to leave New York, but now that I'm here, it fees awfully good to see that big blue Western sky again. Leaning out my hotel window early this morning, I spotted what I'm sure was a golden eagle circling the mountain peaks above -- which reminded me of this poem by the Navajo writer Joy Harjo:

To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you
And know there is more
That you can't see, can't hear
Can't know except in moments
Steadly growing, and in languages
That aren't always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.

Stream in front of hotel
Hotel patio

Comments

Beautiful spot and beautiful poem. The view from your window is definitely a birds eye view!

Beautiful, beautiful poem...

Lynn.

What a nice beginning of the day! With beauty - for the eyes and for the soul! Lovely poem!

Ahhhhh, yes. That's Colorado. I love my home state. It's like an endless prayer, which I join in every morning.

Wow! That is some spectacular scenery. One day I'll get there.

beautiful views, beautiful poem.

Nice article, thanks for posting.

I echo the sentiments of everyone, it's a beautiful poem. Also, that view is amazingly spectacular. It must feel pretty awesome to wake up, walk toward the windows, and see a sight like that in front of you. Nature is absolutely awesome.

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