Not long ago, I took a trip to the White Mountains in upper New Hampshire. Along the way were scenic trails, rivers flowing from the mountain top, lakes, and more.

One place in particular captured my attention instantly. I was driving around a curve and entered into a vision of beauty. It was a lake at the foothills of white mountain. You could see the mountain's reflection across the lake. It was a misty morning from the rain moving across the landscape.

Here, I met an Indian Woman in her 80s. She had been coming to this place for years. She had white hair and shared with me that life had many memories to behold. Each passing moment was one to hold dear and sacred at all phases of a person's life.

I travelled to experience the mystery and majesty of the mountain, and found, a woman whose soul had trascended all I was to experience that day. I went to the mountain to experience it's vastness and beauty. Then, it dawned on me that the height and breath of what I was to see that day was best viewed through a little Indian Woman's heart.

Sam Oliver @ http://www.pathintohealing.com/