Category: Healing Mountain
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It’s far too easy to become distracted by everything that’s wrong in the world. So easy, in fact, that it can blot out everything that’s still good. With so many news companies competing for our attention, we’re inundated with headlines from the moment we wake up, unless we take steps to protect ourselves. For me,…
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I’m back home in Santa Fe after spending a week in Texas visiting family. Seeing everyone again after so long was genuinely wonderful. Family almost always is. But Texas itself, at least the part we were in, hasn’t changed except to get worse. Internet speeds still crawl just barely above dial-up (not a joke), the…
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I am surrounded by beauty, mountains, forests, rivers, and streams. For so long I was unable to see the beauty all around me. Blinded by despair and subdued by chemicals. But now clearheaded, I realize there is no time to waste mourning time lost. Now is a time for living, basking in this newfound clarity.…
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Here in the mountains of northern New Mexico, October feels like the world exhales after the long heat of summer. The air shifts. The light changes. The mountains take on that deep, quiet glow as the days grow shorter, and the sun hangs lower and weaker in the sky. But the real magic, for me,…
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My favorite place to go in my town isn’t actually in the town at all. It sits above it, high in the mountains, at a place called Aspen Vista. It’s beautiful in every season, but in the fall it becomes something otherworldly. People come from far and wide to see the aspens as their leaves…
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I don’t usually join the daily writing prompts, but this one speaks directly to my heart. Because the truth is simple… A place of breathtaking beauty, and for me, a place of profound healing. Right here where I have lived for the last 5 years. I’ll be 60 years old in a few months. For…
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I walk within the Sacred,mountains rise like ancient cathedrals,streams sing hymns through the stones,and forests lift their green prayers to the sky. Some seek peace in temples built by hands.I find it in the soft wind against my skin,in the deep speech of ravens circling above. No one need explain the Sacred to me,it lives…
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I walk among you, old sacred Earth,and you breath ancient stories into my bones.The wind isn’t empty air, it is your voice,whispering truths we humans have forgotten. Even the stones here hum if you listen long enough.The ravens don’t just “call”, they speak!And the desert isn’t empty, it’s full of life and memory. The Earth…
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For so long I drifted in a darkness deeper than any seaDespair stuck to me like a cold chill, whispering that I would never be free.Hope, then a fragile ember, had dimmed to ash,and ancient demons, hungry mouthed and hollow eyed,fed on the marrow of my spirit. Then the mountains called.We came to this high…
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In my early life, I was, like many others, taught that the soul was a single thing, and that it would either be saved or damned forever depending on what I believed. That old teaching still leaves traces in my mind sometimes. It shows up as fear and dread, as a sense that I must…
Whispering Wyrd 