Wild places, wild spaces. A space you find deep within you, enwrapped and enriched by the world around you. A simple world, untamed and free. A place where man has not cut down, ripped open, leveled, or paved. A place where a kid can run around secure yet unbound.
There are few places left we can sit on the mountain and as far as we can see, there is no disturbance from man’s heavy hand.
My brother’s children are seeing this, feeling this, for the first time. They are young, impressionable, open, unbiased. They have left behind the hand held video games and TVs and computers. They have left behind the traffic, the noise, the pressures, the rushing around, the mini van world. And for just a few days, they are left open like leaves in the wind, caught in a joyous whirlwind on this wild mountain, so far from their “real” world, far from schedules and competitions, far from their vehicle. Stuck, in a way. Forced to unwind, relax, let go… slow down. Exposed to the elements of the mountain, the still and silent world of fresh snow falling in giant flakes or the wide open night sky with the infinite stars deeper and farther the longer you stare, the life struggle of a foal and acceptance of the herd, the time to think to feel, to dream.
It is beautiful to see. I wonder if they, like others have, fear the unknown on their trip up to our mountain: What will I do without my cell phone, sports games, constant contact, instant gratification, ringing and buzzing? Ah, to see how simple it is for a child. They are blooming before my very eyes, up here on the mountain. They are talking about their next trip, why can’t they stay longer, couldn’t they live here too?
Don’t we all need a place like this, for just a little while, every year, to remind us of the big picture? We can see that big picture up here. We become small, are humbled. And in that process, are set free.