I savor my alpine time mostly for the personal transformation I experience while embedded in the natural media. whether those changes are delightful physiologic adaptations wrought by intention or hallucinations brought on at the second coming of morning on an outing I try to remain present, available to glean all that my practice reveals to me.
this passage comes from a book I love by Maxine Hong Kingston called "The Woman Warrior". these words illustrate for me the hopelessness of running alone into the nighttime forest or swinging tools well into the thirtieth hour; these are words of deprivation and jubilation coexisting in the way they must. I hope you enjoy the journey through her vivid words.