“The mountains are calling and I must go.” (John Muir)

Imagine that you had been sentenced to solitary confinement in your own house – for months! I know, it’s a wacky concept – but work with me here, maybe it could happen.

Imagine at the same time that you are so isolated and so limited in your life options that not just you, but the entire human species is at the same time fearful for its very life – fearful for its very physical existence.

Imagine that at the same time your poor wonderful American country is beset by controversy and division and rancor and fear and anger such it has not seen for a long, long time.

What might you need at such a time?

What might help you recover from all this pain and fear and stress and limitation? What might help your spirit come back strong? How might you recover your personal power and vision and clarity and confidence about the future.

Perhaps the Mountains would be calling you – the enchanted, super-green temperate forest rain forest woods of the Blue Ridge Mountains in North Carolina.

You really need to see these woods to know how fully mother nature has come back. With the planet having rested for several months – with less action and less air pollution – life as adorned these woods of the Carolina Mountains with a richer, fuller, deeper green than anyone around here can remember.

Come drink the green. Inhale the green. Take a long luxurious peaceful bath in the green. Let the enchanted forest take over the controls and drive your brain for a while.

Perhaps you would need or want activities that would challenge and inspire you – that would stretch you, that would give you vision.

Perhaps you would need to get actually up above the forest canopy, safely harnessed to a zip line – and fly from one mountain to the next!

Perhaps for a whole day – or maybe two – in this way leaving your fears behind you in the mountains. It could get you ready for whatever is coming next for you in your life.

Perhaps the mountains are calling you. Only you can know. Be still and listen.

Published by Majo

These days all of my identities are converging: whether I am offering a blessing in the grocery store checkout line, offering a prayer in a poem or experiencing the kinship with all life while walking my or a client's dog - it's all the same. It's all Life.

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