Marvellous Mountain Getaway

Oh the call of the mountains… profoundly peaceful, enchantingly tranquil and effortlessly meditative…  A place where the atmosphere changes not only in altitude, but in clarity and focus. Where thoughts are simplified, wants are reduced, and dreams are encouraged. Where faith is intimately sensed, and the universe is at its most exposed. A truly magnificent landscape uncaptured in images or words, but designed to be witnessed in sight, sound and touch.



Over the weekend of December 9-11, I was fortunate to spend a couple of days in the Alps, in a town called Avoriaz, near the Swiss border. Snow crested peaks encircled the ski resort town and enticed with miles of leading winding roads and blanketed ski routes. The air was crisp and cold but was deceived by the heat of the sun lending to contented moments in nature surveying the vistas, trudging knee deep in snow, and enjoying the company of friends on outside summer style terraces. Horse led sleighs chimed in tune with the clop of their hooves, snow glistened in the moonlight, and the grand tree in the village shimmered and shone reflecting the formation, innocence and magnitude of the mountain range.



A call loud enough to silence circling thoughts, yet soft enough to impart soul directed gratitude and contentment. A place possibly compared to by the sea or ocean, but nonetheless one of pure nature unspoiled by expectation, worry or imperfection.

Joyfully sinking in snow in celebration of Emily's birthday
& the amazing views of the Alps!