I have a history of allowing fear to dictate my life. I’ve passed up opportunities, relationships, opinions, and happiness because I’ve been afraid. Afraid to venture outside of my comfort zone. Afraid of failure. But mostly, afraid of the unknown. I think about my fears often. They cycle through my mind like a cyclone ofContinue reading “Avalanche of Fear”
The wind is blowing Through my lungs, Casting my hair into my eyes. I breathe in the changing winds; Breathing in the changing times.
We stood in the lobby of the mountaineering club watching the burly adventurers stride through with their crampons and trekking poles. “White-out conditions and 70 mph winds before you reach the John Muir Base Camp at 10,000 ft,” we overheard from the guide behind the desk. “We don’t recommend going up the mountain unless you haveContinue reading “The Summit, the Climb, or the Release?”
They say the Appalachian Mountains are the oldest in the world. They say they were once larger than the Alps and the Rockies. They say they hold the wisdom of ages. That all you have to do is listen. I sat, and I listened, and I understood.
I had a little black car then. It sat baking in the early summer heat as I said my final farewells. Goodbye to my family. Goodbye to the little town I never really fit in with. Goodbye to the memories both sweet and saddening. I put both hands on the steering wheel of that little blackContinue reading “The First Step”
Imagine this with me. Sixteen years of age, long brown hair, big brown eyes. Innocence stolen. Her eyes reveal pain. They reveal helplessness. She wants to give up. She’s seated on the front stoop of a beautiful old farmhouse surrounded by the Amish heartland in all directions. Mason jar in hand, eyes glazed, she watchesContinue reading “Breaking The Jars: personal intention”