Hi from Colorado!! I’m visiting the family here in Eagle CO and I’m looking at some rather breathtaking mountains as I write this. I feel small ... and it feels awesome.
I’d like to talk about Beauty this morning.
We dance with nature in a fascinating manner. It’s beautiful. Here’s what makes me pause today:
Our surroundings, our environment, our everyday ... nature... creation... whatever... It also speaks Beauty into our souls. It is not simply matter and molecular make up that surrounds us. It is Beauty.
Mountains are Beautiful. Sunsets are Beautiful. Snowfall is Beautiful. My wife and children are Beautiful. And the intricacies with which they are composed are Beautiful in and of themselves.
That which surrounds us inarguably has a dual purpose - the first is function (air, water, heat, it works)... but then the second is Beauty. Yes... yes... but why? How? Can someone explain this to me?! How do these mountains show me what Beauty is... and shine it in simple, marvelous glory right in to the middle of my soul.
Like a gift. Like a kiss.
Does that seem strange to you? Does it make you feel like you belong here? Does it make you wonder if that Beauty has a Source? It does for me.
Do the stars speak to you at night? Does the ocean remind you of a roaring monster, held at bay by an unending shore? Are you like me... and these mountains feel like guardian giants - ones that call forth my dreams this morning - the dreams that require faith simply to dare to imagine them. To speak them out loud in to existence. Giant dreams. Mountain moving dreams.
That which surrounds me here feels as though it rises up to meet me, and to remind me - Beauty is real. And in my heart, Beauty whispers - “You are noticed. You belong here. There is purpose and harmony and melody to what you are... And Beauty.”
This crazy way of thinking led me to write a song called The Tribe. I included the lyrics below, which I hope you’ll read as well - they mean a great deal to me - and with that... have a Beautiful day.
On a mission,
Keeton
THE TRIBE // LYRICS
We dance in the wheat fields in the night
by the Blackstone Lake under moonlight
we dance by the fire as it speaks
we dance for the strong and for the weak
Come up with me now, come up with me now, come up with me now...
we dance in the street lights under rain
by the Bay Ridge River train
we dance for the ghosts in the summer sun
we are mighty, we are one
Come up with me now, come up with me now, come up with me now...
at the edge of the ocean as it breathes
heavily like a monster as it sleeps
silent and still in the twilight
we sing our songs at the sunrise
and race through the trees as the day warms
chased by the warmth of the summer storms
we are the daughters and the sons
we are the daughters and the sons
Come up with me now, come up with me now, come up with me now...