These Hallowed Hills

Sunrise slants its rays
into our summered valley,
glassing the river.

~ carliewired

This is the sunrise view from my deck.

I have to believe that Mount Peter and Mount Paul were revered by the First Nations of this area long before the fur traders arrived. They are the dominant features on the horizon in this valley. They have spoken to me for a long time already. When we bought this house in 2000 I would walk into the kitchen/dining room each morning and look east to these pair. I would assess the weather and the conditions to determine what I was to wear. I would follow the light along the sky as it etched these mountains. I noticed their colours in all seasons. I watched for the first snow and for the morning fog on their faces. When my husband was ill I was convinced that these brothers gave me their strength. ("I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my strength." Psalm 121) Just looking at them reminded me that their source of strength was also mine. They are the reason, for better or for worse, why I cannot bring myself to part with this house. I cannot live where I cannot see these mountains. I believe that we are often defined by our landscape. Perhaps it is because it becomes so much a part of us.