Mont Blanc

Having the ability to study poetry here at Mouth to Hand is my favorite thing. No one ever taught me like I am intelligent before so that, in and of itself, is beyond awesome. But add to that Coleridge and Wordsworth and Shelley, and you have the best hour of the week. 


Currently we are studying Shelley, and we finished Mont Blanc last week. It made me feel totally like I was there with Shelley, gazing up at the mountain. I could practically hear the rushing water of the Arve River. I thought, as Judy read it, of my own insignificance, but it wasn’t a depressing thought. Happiness flooded me because this world is indestructible. The Alps were there for eons…and will be there for eons. 

Somehow that idea made me feel tiny, but also a part of nature. And nature is absolutely beautiful.  So, lovely things are happiness.

There are no words to describe how much I loved that poem.