“He loved mountains, or he had loved the thought of them marching on the edge of stories brought from far away; but now he was borne down by the insupportable weight of Middle-earth. He longed to shut out the immensity in a quiet room by a fire.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
I have two places of solace, one being the mountains and the second being my bed, which usually includes twenty pillows, two cats, a Luke and a good book. These places bring me comfort because of their representation of who I am.
I was born in the mountains, in fact I was born at over 10,000 feet above sea level. Sometimes I think that's why I'm so small...like the trees past the tree line. In any case, my roots are so deep into those mountains that whenever I get the opportunity to just be there, I always walk away feeling centered and grounded. I stop questioning my choices, I stop stressing over little things, I stop being focused on those people who simply don't matter. I become realized in what I'm doing and ever so sure of who I am; but even more than that, the mountains represent my ancestors and those alike. The brave individuals who decided to become pioneers and discover places that were completely foreign. I really envy those individuals. I had a discussion with my brilliant husband in the middle of the night, about how our generation is denied opportunities to discover distant lands. In the future, our next frontier will be space; however, by the time we get there, Luke and I will be way into our geriatric years. Perhaps our children will be those pioneers, but for now, we can only imagine what those lives would have been like and continue to visit those places that evoke the stories of far away lands.
Of course, to feed the still quenching urge to experience adventure and excitement, I will forever snuggle with my family and immerse myself in a book.
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