I have long wondered in my life, in the streets of big crowded, yet so empty, cities. No compass pointing to north. Trying to soothe my heart, in vain.
I remember exactly what I felt that day, even after all these years.
We drove all night long, it was still dark when we arrived.
The endless singing of birds woke me up in the early morning. I opened my eyes to their beauty.
I remember being emotional, like a child seeing a rainbow for the first time.
At that moment I realized all I was missing till now.
That day, I experienced the mountains for myself.
John Muir was right when he said going to the mountains is going home.
To me, they are life teachers, secrets keepers holding their treasures preciously.
But if one is bold enough to walk gently through their lands, with humility, vulnerability, carried by the winds, and whiling to embrace their melodies, they’ll speak to us in poems.
I felt madly in love that day with how gently the sun caresses their peaks, the fresh air going through my lungs, growing flowers inside of my soul. Feeling of elation.
Something deep down inside of me that cannot be tamed by words. Just like a sunset, it can only be felt by our senses, our soul.
Whenever I walk amongst them I feel in love over and over again.
Mountains of love, mountains of dreams. When I dance amongst and upon you, I feel complete.
Since that time, no matter how far I am, I can hear them calling me, whispering to me ancient words.
Be still my heart, be still my soul, you finally find your way home.
And for the ones reading me, may your feet lead you to the most beautiful and unexpected places, raise you through and above clouds.
Words by Lina a.k.a @living_for_wanderlust •