5 days ago
In our initial attempt at hiking up to see these impressive spires of granite, the peaks were visible from the trail for the majority of our journey up. It wasn’t until our last hour of rock scrambles that things went south. A storm from the north had been getting closer and darker. Wind and fog began to permeate everything around us. First it started sleeting on us. Then it began snowing. We reached the top and were welcomed with the worthwhile views of cloud in every direction. Unreal. Spirits dampened almost as much as we were, we started the journey down feeling defeated.
Bethany and I returned two weeks later to have another go and on New Years Eve watched as the sun dipped behind the towers and faded into a crisp, starry night. It was magic.
I hope to have a whole lot of that this year. Not really mountains per se, but in search for the value of failing and working hard at becoming better. Of accepting my darkness. In learning how to humbly embrace my shortcomings and lighting them up to propel me forward. I want to be a better person. A better friend, brother, partner, just better. Not the best, but striving to be better than I was yesterday. For my sake, for peoples sake, and I guess simply for the sake of living lovingly. Oh brother, I dont know. I’ve got a lot of thoughts, not a lot of clarity, and my head is spinning from thinking in different languages. Here’s to new life and the opportunity at living in light of both the good and the ugly. Much love.