Driving up and yonder into the Mendocino mountains with my brother Zane.
For several days I have been down and out with a nasty cold, not fun at all since I am home for a visit. Bundled up, I dared to step outside after laying low for over a week: A ride into the nearby mountains. My brother Zane has a cabin by Black Mountain, he knows the unbeaten path or dirt roads the weave deep into the heart of wonder.
We rode.
We spoke with a range of emotion as rocky and rolling as the mountains before us, a year apart holds a great deal to talk about. The vistas appeared around the bend, giving perspective, celebrating wondrous landscape.
Driving the mountain's back road is such a pleasure.
Unwinding, with a silence that comes with nature that speaks clearly.
Strong,
Grandiose yet unpretentious.
inviting healing.
We stopped briefly at my brother's cabin, had a drink, ate an apple and set off.
Memories of years riding with my dad and Chelsea through these mountains came back. I recalled them, held them, thanking them… and happily carved the day into the tree trunk of my being.
Someday a mountain
i'm going to be a mountain someday
and just stand all the time
stalwart and mighty
collecting crystal s from heaven
and dispersing them ever so gently
kindly and impartially
to thirsty fields below
i will rise to alpine stature
i will be a mountain
firm and ever a humble beacon
a lofty rising peak
that calls to the brave and strong
urging all yearnings
to look up
to arise
and stop determined storms
and be a rocky sanctuary
more than a point of reference
above the din of banality
and hostile indifference
loving in the purity
of nearness to God
crowned in white that holds all color
fed by the groanings of the earth
standing, always standing
yes, i'm going to be a mountain
someday
for this
i rise up
Source: Someday a mountain, Mountain Poems http://www.poetryinnature.com/nature/poetry.asp?poem=5428#ixzz3JZqANhwE
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