Beautiful Serenity

The life of a Kyrgyz nomad looks as if it would be terrible, moving about, what  would seem, all the time. You can’t possibly imagine it, nor could I.  Though there may be other many reasons why they choose that way of life, I can see a few in the image: http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://explore-photo.com/resources/thumbs/

you can see the beautiful scenery, and feel the serenity.

With puffy white clouds that dot the perfect blue sky, and the snow sprinkled mountain, you can’t help but stand in awe. To know that a Kyrgyz  family is enjoying this vision of beauty, I am very jealous. They get to see this amazing creation everyday while letting out their sheep and maybe their one or two horses out to roam for the day. As my eyes scanned the luscious green grass covering the brown dirt, I know to be beneath, I wish I could float into this picture, and be able to run and dance on that valley. But the closest thing I can do, is remember the  days where I once experienced being apart of something close to what is seen in the photo above.

               With the bustle and bouncing in a city, there seems to be no time for relaxing. There is always something to be done.   As I look at this picture, I can feel the city noiselessness surrounding the Kyrgyz nomad’s yurt.  In other words, the serenity.  This is a place that I know a writer could travel to and enjoy the peacefulness, and be able to write their fantastic novels of adventure, passion, or love for life. Here I see cool wind whipping across tall mountain dusted with snow, and imagine a young Kyrgyz girl running toward the yurt, the place where she is calling home for just a while, and saying, “Mama, Mama, it’s beautiful here and  quiet! I just hope Papa doesn’t snore so loud tonight! That would surely wake every living animal here! And have the snow on that far mountain start tumbling down!”
               With beauty, there is a sense of  love from God, but with beauty that is combined with serenity, that’s not just love, that is unfathomable  love from our Holy Father.  I look upon a Kyrgyz nomad not while thinking, ‘Poor person, they have no where to live, that’s the reason why they have to move around so much.’ But while thinking, they get to see things that we can only imagine about, or in my case, remember. They may possibly be one of the luckiest people alive to look upon such things that hold such beauty and serenity every morning and every night.