I have been traveling a lot the past few years and haven’t done as much hiking in the mountains as I usually do in the summers.
I live in the beautiful area of Southwest Colorado where the high mountains meet the high deserts of the Ancient Puebloans, formally referred to as the Anasazi. Each season brings opportunities to explore different environments. In the summers I explore the mountains, in the winter it’s the deserts and canyons.
Last week I hiked on one of my favorite trails that I hadn’t been on in a few years and I decided that in the amount of summer time I have here now, I will only hike on my favorites instead of finding new ones.
Saturday as I started up one of my most favorite trails I found myself greeting every familiar tree, rock formations, clusters of wildflowers, viewscapes, animals and sounds as if I were greeting an old friend. I realized that I’m carrying on a conversation with my friend, this familiar trail, and we picked up the conversation from where we left off a few years ago. I’m appreciating experiencing the winter through other senses as if the pikas and paintbrush and trees and rocks were letting me know how the snow was, how the storms were and how good if feels to burst through into the warm summer light and release their individual gifts to the world. I am in constant appreciation for those gifts and realize how much they shape who I am and inspire who I want to be. Nature is the greatest teacher of all.
So, I am looking forward to a few more conversations with old friends before I pack my bags and head off again, knowing that Nature’s cycles continue through the seasons and changes with whatever adaptations are required. I find comfort and inspiration in that knowing.