Of all the people, in all the world,
how did you come to pick me?
Why do I deserve
these special maladies?
Where did I go wrong?
How can I take it back?
Is there something I could do to make up
for what I lack?
Because it’s too much—
these illnesses, these defeats.
Why, God, oh why
did you give them all to me?
If you’re a hiker or a nature lover, chances are you’ve come across the term “forest bathing” before. If you haven’t heard of it, it doesn’t mean stripping off all of your clothes and dumping piles of forest leaves on yourself, although I’m sure some people have tried this. No, forest bathing is much more…
It’s taken a bit to get back to these grand old climbing days. For a while I was hoping just to get to spend more time in the mountains again, but to be actually climbing them again? What a gift. It’s got me reflecting on the journey back to here. For those of you who…
You’ve tried so hard
to escape the duty.
And the pain.
To hide where you can manage refrain.
You’ve run it out.
You’ve screamed at it, punched,
even turned and fled.
All swallowed up inside your head.
And after so many hours,
so many years,
what did you solve
beyond your own resolve?