This weekend I made love to the mountain air. I have spent the past few months daydreaming about mountains and forests, knowing I need nature to feed my soul. So we drove up to the mountains and feasted.
In the morning hours I walked through trails with a dog by my side as the sun crawled over the trees and the first mountain bikers hit the dirt. In the early evening I sat on the front of a bike and screamed with excitement as we rode down hills, the smell of cedar combing through my hair.
I did something I've wanted to do for years, and jumped up on a skateboard. I swerved down the road doing my best not to fall, and fell head over heels with the feeling, only ripping up one summer dress.
We ended the weekend with pancakes and a swim in the open air, and a gondola ride up the mountain. I crawled through snow in my sandals, drank a chilled sparkling wine, and used my liquid courage to go back into town riding the chairlift with the bar up. As we stared down at the forests below us I realized how much I need a life lived in nature. They can sell you all kinds of ideas of happiness, but nothing compares to feeling nature gives you. It is true love. It is beautiful, dangerous and meant to be enjoyed.
I am in awe of how lucky I am. I am facing fears daily and finding that every time I do life rewards me for it. (I dare you to try the same.)
I want to continue to be brave enough to ask for the kind of life I want. To be the kind of person I want to be. To pursue real happiness, freedom and honesty at all times.
"You must learn one thing: the world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong." - Sweet Darkness, David Whyte