There’s something about those large, ungainly land masses that sit way above Mother Earth. Small hills, just a few hundred feet in elevation to massive works of art standing proudly up in the clouds. Truly majestic. All of nature is spectacular, beautiful to behold, but there’s something a little more spiritual when realizing that in the grand scheme of things, you are nothing but a tiny little creature in the big world.
The South Forty is a place, a very special place that includes a river, Native American lands, a horse, a dog and a cowboy. A real cowboy. But the South Forty is also the world of Appalachia, in all it’s glory that I quickly grew to love, from the warm summers to the very coldest winter’s day. The mere sight of a mountain is awe-inspiring indeed but to be on that mountain, a part of it, walking when there’s no path to walk, listening when there’s no people to hear, seeing when there’s only nature to see is spiritual, surreal almost.
It can open the mind by thinking of what has been, the way it is and how it could be. Ideas. Dreams. Reality. The reality of being there, in the midst of so much beauty, can bring a contentment like none before. “…In whatever state I am in, therewith will I be content.” Phil 4:11 KJV I don’t have to be content because I’m already there.
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out
going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity…”
~ John Muir ~