Morning of creation

“One learns that the world, though made, is yet being made. That this is still the morning of creation. That mountains, long conceived, are now being born, brought to light by the glaciers, channels traced for coming rivers, basins hollowed for lakes.”

-John Muir

It’s hard to put into words why I yearn for the mountains so constantly.  Perhaps it’s because of the fact that while I am in them, I am reminded that I, though made, am yet being made.  That this is still the morning of my creation.  That I am not yet finished.  That great and powerful forces are at work, carving out new places inside of me, places yet unseen.

The Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone.  I’ve finally seen it with my own eyes.  I will be back many, many times.  I have rarely felt more awed, humbled, and significant, all at once.