Today, there is a whisper of a breeze: blue-eyed grass dips and bends, the dried seed heads flirtatious winks of the past summer. Living at a touch more than 7000 feet altitude, surrounded by some of the tallest mountains in the range, means that when one needs perspective, you can pull on your shoes and get high. By getting high, I mean slogging yourself up a trail to an outlook. Even on days that I lack the motivation, or the trails are covered in ice, I can cast my mind up the peaks. Maybe today it will be in the piñons with restless flocks of jays, or on a rock bruised from the hooves of big horn sheep. Those moments when I pause with the valleys spread below, I’m seeking clarity, a sense of elemental certainty. Some people don’t like to feel small in a big world. I am not those people. I want to feel like the tiniest seed head of a mountain avens. The barb of a flight feather on a mountain chickadee. A split cobalt seed of a juniper. I seek that sensation of being diminutive in an unpredictable, wild world because it helps me make sense of its complexity.
Hi Amy! I love this! Sorry to have kept so out of touch. When I ditched social media I sort of cocooned. I love that you've followed your passion and would love to see you guys if you're ever out this way!
Hi Amy! I love this! Sorry to have kept so out of touch. When I ditched social media I sort of cocooned. I love that you've followed your passion and would love to see you guys if you're ever out this way!
Breathtaking writing