One's Craft

Often, I find myself sitting here thinking about my physical health. More and more, I feel fragile. My body has accomplished so much over the years, and I reflect on it all with a tear of gratitude. Now that the new year has arrived, I’m reading more about what could be another great hiking season here in California, thanks to all the precipitation we’ve received lately.

I’ve come to realize how important time truly is. I used to think time was important, but lately, it feels like time is now of the essence. There’s so much to do, but committing to everything has become a challenge. Like my daily routine, my love for the outdoors has turned into a badge of completion. I find that disappointing. It used to be something I did freely, without a second thought. Now, it feels like a necessity to check off, almost like a job. I hope to change this mindset.

I remember back in March when my buddy Fred and I hiked in Kearsarge, this beautiful spot in the Eastern Sierras. We set out early in the cold morning, and suddenly, rays of light pierced through the sky, bouncing off the peaks like mirrors. I was mesmerized by how patiently beauty can unfold. The night before, we were hit by a storm, with clouds obscuring everything in sight, but the next day, hope arrived in the most unexpected way.

I don’t see my new way of life as hope, but rather, I find myself mimicking nature and everything I’ve discovered through my explorations. One way or another, we fight, grind, and struggle through our depressions, but sometimes, one morning can shine rays of light that pierce your soul for eternity. After that, you’re left longing for more.