There is a place I love to go to called “Couch Rock” which overlooks the mountain community I live in.
It takes about a total of 3 hours to walk from my door, up the trail to this overlook, and then back to my house. This includes having maybe a hour or so sitting at this vista and basking in the spacious sky and expansive view. I love it here and don’t go there enough. It requires of me to have more time in my day and, more than anything, feel like I have enough time to make the journey. Sometimes a special friend has gone with me, often I walk with my husband there and I go there alone to think, write, and just be.
I want the kind of life, work schedule and daily openness to be able to go here in the early mornings and to bring dinner and stay till dusk.
A couple of summers ago, my dear friends joined me for a sunset picnic dinner and I will always remember the fun we had trekking to Couch Rock and unwrapping our delicious feast on the rock table. I have made many decisions while inspired by this landscape and I have also cried and released many seasons of sorrows as well. There is power in place. There is medicine in wild places. As Terry Tempest Willams writes, “The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.”
So I write this as a reminder to myself of where I want to go tomorrow, this weekend, next week. How I want to make time for this pilgrimage that will support my soul this summer and allow me to uncover in myself the answers that I seek.