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We went skiing on the slopes of Aspen mountain in America
On Christmas day,
As the cable car took us higher and higher,
All the worries of the world below melted away,
The tall mountain peaks like giant meringues against the Brilliant blue sky
Were pointed in a heaven ward direction,
The trails waiting for us on the mountain slopes
Headed off for miles and miles in each and every direction.
The valley below grew smaller and smaller as we got higher and higher in the sky where the eagles dance,
Our birds eye perspective reminded me that big things are small and we as people are nothing but glorified ants.

And now a little poem by my grandmother Mary McDonald when she was 14:

“Oh Mountain disclose your secrets to me,
A child of the world and it’s care,
While I shall repose in your soft sacred shade
And bask in your still balmy air”

“Take the key of my nature
You dear sweet child,
And tread where the poets have trod,
And may you be conscious whilst in my realms
That you walk with the living God”.

We went skiing on the slopes of Aspen mountain in America,
On Christmas day.
As the cable car took us higher and higher
All the worries of the world below melted away,
The air was fresh and crips as apples ,
I took a really deep inhalation,
This is the picture I’ll always remember
When I’m needing and wanting a dose of inspiration.