By Chris Huizinga
Photo by Chris Huizinga
I am home.
The morning sun has crept above the tallest ridge to warm this chilled high point of the Earth.
I am awakened from my sleep, I am alive.
I step off my rock bed and look over an immense blanket of needle green and rock.
My soul breathes out a sigh, exhaling the anxiety of obligations and the intermittent whys of life.
I am home.
My eyes are wide as they comb the meadows from the vantage point we have scaled.
The wind cools my neck encompassing my spirit with peace and beauty.
I am home.
I am here, may my heart and soul live here forever
In the trees and hills and on the barren rock.
May my feet always step one in front of the other, pushing upward to discover.
May my eyes see the beauty up close and from afar
Noticing the smallest and largest details of this magnificent creation.
May my ears listen to the sound of the Earth and of the mountains
Hearing her heartbeat and the air she inhales and releases.
May I never grow tired of feeling the rock under foot and the bark of the tallest giants.
I am home. May I never leave.
