I have been listening to Elvis Costello today. Actually JUST one song. And I have to say that there’s nothing funny about peace, love and understanding. Yet, they can all be quite elusive. The tiny frustrations of every day life that build up, world events that are terrible and confusing , distance between you and your loved ones, both physical and emotional, everything seems to work against us finding peace, love and understanding. I like to think that maybe they are easier to find in the mountains. Carving turns in deep powder under a blue sky is peace. It’s the FLOW that Mihaly Csikzentmihaly speaks about in his book. Running down a mountain trail through the springtime mud, jumping over puddles and laughing like a ten year old…feels like love! To be in the mountains, seems to bring an understanding of our place in the world, seems to put everything in perspective. If nothing else, it sure makes for some fabulous days, light in the darkness of insanity?