In Praise of Feathered Pipe Ranch

There is a place that no one would dream or believe is real - a place of intense beauty and unparalleled power.  The power reveals itself in rumblings: the growl of a bear; unexpected earthquakes; storms so pounding they rip through eternity and hold time hostage.

In this place healing is common place, and divas dance with angels through the aspen trees.  It is the place where I fell in love.  Only later did I realize it was not with a person, but the place itself. 

Now we stand at a precipice - we will either fall as never before or soar beyond all possibility to redemption.   The here is the all.  Everything else is of no consequence.  I'm letting that be my mantra.  The here is the all, the all, the all...

I only visited Feathered Pipe Ranch for a couple nights this time, but here are two photographs from the place that always transforms my heart.