There are endless hiking trails nearby, many much closer than this one. But I return to Big Mountain more often than not. It’s where I work out the stresses of recent weeks and the sorrows of recent years. “I climb so I can feel tired and sore in places other than my heart.” At first…
Tag: sorrow
Gravity
When you’re young, grief is intense and internal and blessedly brief. When you’re old, it’s profound and enduring and all-consuming like gravity.
Well With My Soul
This day in 1944 was the beginning of the end of a war. This day three years ago was the beginning of the end of a war I didn’t even know I was already fighting. The beginning of a year that would take me through the highest highs and the deepest, most excruciating lows. Today…
Fragmentary Life 