What would it look like to dance with a mountain? To be so attuned to the natural world that you could two step or swing dance with an ancient pile of rock and earth? To live so fully in your own wild nature that you could communicate with the world in a way that makes the sky weep in understanding and the plains shiver with anticipation of what is possible when life chooses harmony over dissonance? To figure out how to identify the part of ourselves that is akin to rivers and hilltops and soil and trees and holding that as our center point?
What does it look like to live in a way that allows us to dance with mountains?
To dance with mountains is to jump
into a sea of reaching, searching and being present.
To dance with mountains is to wander
into a field of muted light, wondering and longing.
To dance with mountains is to look up
into a sky of a brilliance that pierces, caresses and loves
All that there is to love about what it means
To dance with mountains.
