All alone.
Yet surrounded by such vivid life.
Silent.
Yet listening to the waking sounds of morning.
Cold.
Yet warmed by the rising sun.
In pain.
Yet cozily sitting in my sweats.
Content.
I could not be more thrilled to be sitting here.
Early morning, sun just risen.
Birds chirping, chipmunks scampering.
Well rested, according to camping standards.
Another six mile hike looms in my future -
Waiting to suffer my legs, back, feet, and shoulders.
Mosquitoes search me endlessly,
Seeking some exposed skin to feast upon.
I love the mountains
The wind blowing through the trees
The birds chatting back and forth
The feel of the strong rock behind my back
The smell of pine, of earth, of nature.
Life is simple out here -
No shopping malls,
No excessive wealth,
No arguments about petty things,
Just life. Shalom.
Oneness with nature.
I was made for this. And this for me.
My God lives here, dwells here.
I am grateful to see, to hear, to feel
To taste the beauty of this moment.
This - I will remember,
Take with me as I travel onwards -
Just waiting until the day I come back,
And summit this majestic mountain once again.
