A written set of journals making their way into a blog mini-series.
Having asthma induced by strenuous activity was not fun as a child. I outgrew it as an adult, I thought, until about 6 of my strangers and I were marching through thick green marshy-like grass, that Mt. Margaret carpeted, just before her peak.
Marching, I began to sweat and thought, what a great workout. But soon, that positive outlook making my way up to the top of my first mountain, became an intense pain in my chest—a mini hand clutched my wind pipe just enough so I could whistle a breath or two.
I stopped marching, thinking, I don't have to push myself.
But the thought that lingered behind this one, the one making me feel guilty for not trying 110% was, when will I be able to climb this mountain, in this moment, with these precious people, again?
And, never, would I communicate to everyone that I had asthma and I can't climb the mountain, (at the time, being age 23, knowing very well some of my strangers had been graced with more time on this earth and able to breeze up the marsh with ease).
So my thought that continued to linger behind all the rest touched my shoulder, helping me up the mountain, because I desperately wanted to experience the awe of the mountain with them.
And oh, was it beautiful.
—an understatement.
Journal #2 - July 31st, 2018 10:27 PM AKDT
Well. I found my pen, the language in my fingers, when I found power and, spirit, on top of the mountain. We climbed Mt. Margaret and witnessed, allowed it to speak to us through its howls, whistles, and tones. It lifted my soul and aligned my spirit.
I held my arms out and let the wind push against my chest. I felt so small, and that is an experience that I can never get enough of, the reminder of how insignificant we are and how Earth is a God, holding a magical power that we only wish we could truly understand.
And this experience of insignificance isn't negative, its an overwhelming reminder of peace for me, that the Earth is hugging me on the daily, allowing me to walk among their skin, as I please and need.
How kind of her.
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