Show us the mountains

This morning during my morning ritual this request caught my attention:  Show us the mountains we only dare to dream of.   I've been praying that every morning for many weeks now but never truly contemplated it.  What are the mountains you only dare to dream of?  Some of mine were shown to me on my recent trip to Taos.  And still now, almost daily a few more dreamed of concepts come into being.  Or at least come back into my consciousness.  Isn't this how dreams come true?  Coming into consciousness repeatedly?  The trick is to choose our dreams carefully.  Someone wiser than I has said that what you think is what you become.  I begin there - choosing what I think.  At least some of the time.  Like now, this morning in the quiet of the morning gazing out over the Pond and watching the ripples the breeze makes.  All is still except those small ripples.  No, actually the wind chimes are swaying gently too, and my swing chair.  But no trees seem to be moving.  It is in the stillness that my dreams become. The mountains I dare to dream of show up.