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Friday Flow
5,249 Feet And Fighting Hurt
It’s 41 degrees, and I’m 5,300 feet up in the Appalachian mountains with no one around but the north, south, west, and east winds calling me to connect deeper to my heart. I let out a primal screen to remind myself of the various identities and roles I’ve taken on filled by the external world around me.
Something no one gives a shit about, except me.
In these moments I have challenged myself to be uncomfortable, I find myself fighting an unfamiliar war. An ancient battle hid behind the dark layers of my authentic self.
After my primal scream, I realize my greatest fears are exposed in the moments I detach myself from expectations and bullshit stories surrounding my past. This is what it means to connect my mind, body, and heart. This is how I say fuck the rules.
I’ll admit, these feelings are foreign. I’m scared shitless.
The trails along the Appalachian Mountains remind me of what it means to breathe, live, and feel connected to parts of me I have lost long ago. The strong winds remind me of how little I know about myself and the world. Nature is the source of our well being, and traveling to her often can give us the strength to reach beyond things greater than ourselves. To be honest, to really see what I’m doing and how it informs my understanding of connecting…
