I’ve been privileged enough to get to travel to a few places. Not nearly as many as I want to, but hopefully, there’s still plenty of time for such things. One thing I have discovered though, is that I am blessed in where I live. Nestled right between rivers, lakes, and mountains. (I’m serious, they’re practically on all sides of me.) And one of the most perfect places on earth is only a hop, skip, and a jump away.
Up there, on top of that mountain, overlooking the valley and it’s raging river; life’s problems just don’t seem quite so big. Nothing does from up there actually, everything is quite small. All you can hear is the river. From certain spots, you can watch the hawks and an occasional eagle swoop down among the tree line in search of their next meal.
This is a place where the ugliness of world hasn’t yet reached. It’s serene, blissful, and can absolutely just chase away every bit of the noise and static that tends to build up in one’s mind and soul over time. I go there often, to empty myself of it all. And each time something familiar I suddenly see in an unfamiliar way. Something new speaks me to, for this mountain as old as it is, is still forever changing and teaching us to do the same.