Why I Walk Through Mountains

The mountains are calling and I must go.  John Muir

I walk through mountains to feel my feet touch ground as they step up.

I walk through mountains to follow steps of ancient people’s paths.

I walk through mountains to remember, I’ll go high and I’ll go low, and it’s all the same mountain land.

I walk through mountains to listen to songs in languages that only mountain birds speak.

I walk through mountains to visit lakes in ancient craters.

I walk through mountains to sing to trees and birds and rocks.

I walk through mountains to view down below from up above.

I walk through mountains so they can tell me secrets nowhere else tells me.

I walk through mountains to know that I am part of everything.

I walk through mountains to see that I am a girl who walks, always, one foot in front of the other.

I walk through mountains to remind myself that when I reach up high I am only there for a moment, for soon again I will be low, then flat, then twisty, then high again.

I walk through mountains because it helps me remember that I must always be in process, that I am always fluid, that I am not a construct of a “good” student or a “good” girlfriend or a “good” daughter.  These are tents I sleep in, but they are only on the journey, never who I am.

I walk through mountains because they help me remember there is always a climb, and I am always getting stronger even when I feel weak.

I walk through mountains to reteach myself that them nor I are superior.  These mountains that rise so high will one day fall, but will grow and grow and grow in the process.  They are never still, they are never finished, they are never permanent, and we are the same.

I walk through mountains to remind myself that my footsteps move my heart which moves my blood circulating throughout, changing me every day with every step.

I walk through mountains because the movement reminds me that I am still alive and there is still so much more path to go and that all that I have learned will help me when I come across bears or high rivers or rattlesnakes.

I walk through mountains to show myself that I am always walking in my power, sometimes it is uphill, sometimes it is down.

I walk through mountains to retrain my brain to remember that my school or job or relationship or person doesn’t exist here, and yet I am me here, totally and completely, with all of these thoughts and learnings in my head.

I walk through mountains to remember that character, in part, is the effort to make yourself strong in your mind and your heart and the balance between the two.

Do you hear the mountains calling you?

Image credit: Carolyn VanLydegraf

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