Last night after dinner I realized that the day had passed me by without me doing what I was writing about the other day. That movement is vital. So to practice what I preach, I put on my running shoes despite some physical discomfort. Not to go for a run but to go for a walk that would make my heart pump.
That’s the beauty of living on a mountain, I just picked the steep path up the mountain and my heart started to beat like a hammer within. This is what I need, I thought with every step that I was pushing through to make it to the top. Last night’s walk became so much more than exercise though.
Nearing the top of the mountain I witnessed something for the first time. I was already out of breath, but the view that emerged in front of me literally took my breath away. For the first time in my life I was walking above the clouds.
I was mesmerized and so grateful to be alive to witness this beautiful sight. I still am.