My brother and I spent this last week exploring an outrageously spectacular area of Montana in the Absorka- Beartooth Wilderness.
There is just something so powerful about being under a big sky. We kept trying to qualify the feeling of space and enormity that this sky fills you with. The word I could not keep from saying was…RIGHTEOUS…
Our days were spent climbing through the spruce forests,
stopping often to collect rose quartz chipped away from steps of others,
grazing on patches of wild huckleberries, mountain blueberries, thimble berries and salmon berries in plenty.
We both held an intense respect and admiration for forests emerging from rock.
The ability of lichen to adorn rock and tree alike.
Our days were spent admiring the aliveness of these mountains we were calling home.
The sound a melody of motion and power.
A rhythm of rock and a pulsation of life.
The lifeblood of so many.
These mountains were alive.
I guess peace comes to me from the calmness I harness from the mountains.
It is not a complicated relationship.
The simplicity of silence and texture of the setting sun, is a tonic I drink often.
I simply sit and watch.
An ease of mind.
An attachment to place.
A presence of mind.
A communion with the holiness of nature.
In the evenings we came together under the nighttime sky. We collected our firewood and cooked our evening meals. We laughed our kiester’s off at each other’s triumphs and failures in life. We know each other so well. We are bonded with our common love of nature and our desire to live a simple and fulfilling life.
This is us.
Brother and Sister.
Coming together to share in the aliveness of this beautiful earth of ours.