These are ancient mountains, the White Mountains of New Hampshire. They are the oldest on earth and wise beyond measure, having counted down the ages. It is cold and cloudy on top of Chocorua today–not much of a view to be had. Yet one can feel the silent resonance of eternity within these granite rocks. The powerful love and support of the old man in the mountain, the kindly old grandfather energy who has seen it all and loves unconditionally. The White mountains teach patience, understanding, and wisdom to those who will listen, to those who will open their awareness and their hearts. The powerful, listening spirit of the rock here would like humanity to spend more time sitting upon it in silence, absorbing its strength and wise, peaceful counsel. This will help balance and raise humanity’s vibration, and create happier, joy-filled lives for us all. The rock wants us to know that it, too, is alive and conscious in its own special way, and its invitation is open and waiting.

Remaining fall color, the Piper Trail

Gaining elevation, the misty valley below

Trail at higher elevation

Nearing the summit