To Everything There Is A Season

  Hi friends, after an extra long, mostly unexpected hiatus I have returned just as the wildflowers do each spring. This winter was long, and hard in many ways, but spring blossomed with bright, new beginnings, many of which I look forward to sharing more of here. In the time I’ve been away I’ve completed several astrology courses with teachers and mentors; Debra Silverman, Chani Nicholas, and Sarah Gordon as well as a Lunar Prana Vinyasa (yoga) teacher training with Monica Mesa Dasi and Devon Sweeney, and will embark on another (yin) yoga teacher training scheduled later this month. New…

Aspens diverse color palette along Kebler Pass, Colorado. ©Victoria Lise 2018.

Autumns Aura

Although Aspen trees are one living organism connected through their root system, they still strut their individuality, mostly visible within their changing leaves and watchful eyes. Without Aspens, Autumn wouldn’t have the same aura around here. The vividness of color can be electrifying, soulful, and sensationally stimulating.  Pine trees keep their deep timbre-green needles the whole year through, offering not only contrast but a grand compliment to their fellow community grove members. What a lovely, harmonious relationship.  The leaves have now fallen, decorating trails along the valley floor like rose petals often do a wedding aisle, leaving the faintest scent…

The Castles of Gunnison, Colorado, framed by a cluster of yellow aspen leaves. ©Victoria Lise 2018.

Frames of Fall in Colorado

Fall has shed its vibrant color, at least it’s true in my neck of the woods. Before the leaves let go of the branches, returning to the earths floor, they were a wheel of their own magnificent color. Year after year I’m left in utter awe, standing before natures changing aesthetic, trying to grasp the great glory that is impermanence. Eyes wide and silence so vast I could hear my heart beat and feel the earths. Oneness. That is what I’ve come to find in all of these quiet moments.  Below are a small collection of Fall frames captured this…

Victoria Lise with dog, Styx at Blue Lake.

The Sacred Waters of Blue Lake, Colorado

Roughly 15 miles out and back through a valley appropriately named “Oh Be Joyful” lead us to questionably one of the most breathtaking alpine lakes. A single track, well-defined trail winds through fields of free range cattle, willow brush, and decomposing skunk cabbage. The valley is wide but eventually feels dome-like as you near the lake. Mountains seem to kiss the sky, a sky that felt far away but within reach, all at once. The dry summer and arrival of fall left a layer of lingering, seasonal scent. Dried foliage crunched beneath our feet, while the rhythm of our legs…