The Mountain Song…

You call me into your towering arms

With the soft, whispering voice

Of air brushing through pine needles

Along with whirling wings of tiny ruby throated birds.

I run to you and…

Your sweet sting of mountain air tugs at my lungs

As I climb the rugged formations 

Who reach out to protect me.

Your colors of blue, green, brown and orange

Wrap me in a vision of peace.

And the beautiful strength of your cliffs

Are the walls of my soul.

Poetry and Image by Magical Normal Life

I am a mountain girl. I was raised, surrounded by the beauty and strength of the towering Rocky Mountains to the West of my childhood home. As an adult, commuting home from work, shopping at Walmart or a walk through the neighborhood brings with it the majestic view of America’s most famous mountains. Don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate the warmth of a beach and the fury of the ocean. But my peace and meditation comes from the air deprived environment of tall peaks and the scent of pine needles. Much of my healing has come through these rugged, yet calming landforms as well as long conversations with beloved family, friends, and pets as we hike their quiet trails.

What brings you joy and healing? Are you a lover of the ocean, rivers, mountains or perhaps a lovely city or town? We all have our meditative space to heal and to grow. Blessings to you!

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