MY SPIRITUAL FOUNDATION

Healing on a windswept mountain leads to crisp, clear discoveries about what it means to be spiritual.

This past winter, I went on a snowshoe hike with my husband and father-in-law in the White River National Forest in the midst of the Rocky Mountains. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining bright amid crisp air and vistas so beautiful, words cannot describe. As we hiked up the first three-and-a-half miles reaching just below 12,000 feet elevation, I held on to my excitement for what was to come. As we reached the high point of the elevation gain, the views grew to include mountain after mountain, and I was inspired.

I often backpack and hike with my husband throughout the year and always find myself looking forward to the peacefulness I find in our wondrous outdoors, growing with each step. As we approached our destination, crossing a treeless and expansive blanket of untouched snow, the wind kicked up. At this point I found the nip of the cold getting the best of me. As we reached our destination and I sat there taking in our surroundings, I was grateful for my father-in-law's generosity in letting me use his down coat. I snuggled in, admiring the expansive views all around.

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