These mountains have been whispering to my soul.
The trees have been speaking of the way.
I’ve been climbing every day up a great peak and running through the forest as I make my way to the top.
Here I feel peace. Here I feel that sense of home.
As I’ve bouldered up the fallen rocks, I can hear myself. It’s not necessarily thinking, but more of a sense of wisdom unearthing. I’ve been able to come to terms with many things, feel incredibly grounded through some very difficult situations and start to connect back with who I really am.
I think I lost contact with some pieces of myself as the years went on.
But now, it feels like things are changing again. It’s as if there’s a completely new chapter of my life beginning and those old pages are being tucked away in between the binding of an old story.
I’ve let things go. I’ve let people go.
That cleansing hasn’t been easy at all, but something in my heart has been telling me that it’s the right thing to do.
Catharsis isn’t always pleasant.
There are so many layers to it that sometimes my body physically hurts, at other points it’s my spirit, and sometimes my heart. But that cleansing has allowed for more space. It’s given me the chance to open up the gates to what’s really supposed to be here.
I am finding myself in the trees. I am connecting with what was lost long ago.
I don’t think I have ever been more here.
Maybe that’s the point of it all…to show up more and more willing to be taught by those great walls of granite and twisting pine trees.
-Evan Sanders, The Better Man Project