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This image came through a TI Reading yesterday:

A Mountain. Majestic and still - with the moon rising over its peaks, shedding new perspective on its crevices and bold jagged edges. Then the night changes into day and the sun reflects on the rich green trees and meadows of meticulously unkempt flowers. The season moves the focus from icy caps and scattered beds of soft white blankets, to dry yellow grass, whose backbends become their final resting place.

Like Monet’s haystacks which never change form or position from the first to the 100^th painting and yet seem each so unique, this mountain stands in its Is-ness. Changes in the mountain’s relationship to the elements or seasons may make it appear a very different creature in each moment, yet the mountain remains itself, unmoving, even if its edges are slightly re-sculpted by weather.

How does this remind us of ourselves? Lynn, a friend of mine, told me that one summer her boyfriend, Joe, took an assignment out of the country, in a place where communication would be challenging. Frustratingly, snail mail became their best friend. One morning after Joe left, Lynn woke up feeling so blessed. “What have I done to deserve such an incredible guy? I have to be the luckiest woman alive!” A few days later, this occurred to her: “Joe can be such a pain! What have I gotten myself into? How could I think this could last?” And on and on the summer went, one day she loved him, and the next day she hated him…and there was no communication between them to cause such wildly swinging feelings and perceptions. “Finally,” she said, “I had to admit that these feelings were not about Joe!”

Lynn is the mountain or the haystack. And every time the elements or seasons changed, she became attached to the picture that was highlighted. She believed in the temporary result of the sun’s splash of light or the darkness of a new moon. The anxiety and anticipation it produced negatively impacted her nervous system as well as her experience of life.

If we can remember that we are the mountain, then when the sun shines happily down, or the rain pours tears everywhere, or the flowers show their smiling faces, or the icy darkness chills us to the bone, we will know we are still safe. We can notice, observe, and appreciate the movements that are part of our relationship with life. And we can stay still in our majesty as a unique expression of the Creator’s beauty. Namaste.