This is the special place I return to over and over: Arabia Mountain. It is familiar, yet never fails to surprise me. I know its trails and often head off cross-country exploring hill and valley. I go there when I'm feeling sick and lie down to feel the earth solid beneath me. I go there when I'm restless and need to move fast and pay attention to nothing but the breeze through my hair and the pounding of my feet. I got there when I'm confused and disorientated and need to have the open sky and to see forever so I can feel small and insignificant and grounded. Each season brings a new surprise.
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Note: Thanks to
SHOE for the inspiration for this post.
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