As I've often expressed in my posts, I love adventuring out in the mountains. There is such a special, potent energy out in those Rockies; we are so lucky to live so close!
I try to get out to play in the forest as much as I can so that I can soak in all that restorative healing energy of nature. As I drive and leave the city behind, I can literally feel my soul get lighter; once I have those white caps in my peripheral, a sense of calm washes over me. The highway transforms into the road home.
In the mountains, I feel wild and free...free to just breathe and feel, with every cell of my body, that I am truly part of something so much bigger and more magical than I'll ever really comprehend. Every step becomes mindful, every tree becomes an altar and the sounds of nature (or, lack thereof) becomes the soundtrack of introspection.
I recently had the opportunity to get out to Johnston Canyon for a winter hike to see the frozen waterfalls. The hike is pretty relaxed other than it being a little slippery in sections (you can rent or buy ice grips for your shoes which will help but there are railings along the way for support). I had been to the canyon before, but not in the winter. This hike, do-able in less than a few hours, was perfect to satiate my longing I had for a little mountain time.
As I set out on the trail, Joy took over. I was literally walking into magic. I walked slowly, mindfully and with such gratitude. Time slows down. The present moment is all that there is. The inspiration of the gorgeous scenery that surrounded me went straight to the heart and oh my, how it swelled. Wild and free in the forest will forever feel like magic to me.