Pemigewasset is not a very high peak. But it offers up spectacular views and it has a summit that seduces me to linger. Since it is so close and the hike is relatively short, Atticus and I will be back in time to catch the start of the Sox home opener.
I spent much of yesterday putting together greeting card orders and catching up on correspondence before settling in for some writing. I need to get my writing legs under me, too. I closed the day with dog and book in bed. I was given Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love by a newly-dear friend and I find myself returning to the same paragraph even as I move deeper into the book. It goes like this:
In the end, what I have come to believe about God is simple. It’s like this---I used to have this really great dog. She came from the pound. She was a mixture of about ten different breeds, but seemed to have inherited the finest features of them all. She was brown. When people asked me, “What kind of dog is that?” I would always give the same answer: “She’s a brown dog.” Similarly, when the question is raised, “What kind of God do you believe in?” my answer is easy: “I believe in a magnificent God.”
Well said. We're off to climb a mountain with great views and who knows, maybe we'll have a talk with that 'magnificent God'.