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each rock has meaning
Aug. 22nd, 2010 11:25 am My walks in the woods have become both metaphor and reality for the this part of my life journey. They have grown from tentative strolls on tame paths to my first two-night solo backpacking trip. I have grown stronger and more confident, finally able to see beyond certain limitations into some hidden strengths.
When I sit atop the tallest hill,
in this case Schatghicoke Mountain, looking across the other hills and valleys, I can't help but understand the depths of my will and determination. At times it was a difficult climb for me. The trail was rough and rocky. The day was hot and humid. I wasn't totally accustomed to balancing with a 23lb. pack on my back.
I got there because I was determined to do it. I got there because there is a lot more of the old Athena left in me than I had realized. I got there because I know what to do with obstacles: go around them or go over them. Crawl up them or slide down them on my butt, if necessary.
I was many things: tired, sore, smelly and thirsty. I was cautious but never afraid.
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When I sit atop the tallest hill,
in this case Schatghicoke Mountain, looking across the other hills and valleys, I can't help but understand the depths of my will and determination. At times it was a difficult climb for me. The trail was rough and rocky. The day was hot and humid. I wasn't totally accustomed to balancing with a 23lb. pack on my back. I got there because I was determined to do it. I got there because there is a lot more of the old Athena left in me than I had realized. I got there because I know what to do with obstacles: go around them or go over them. Crawl up them or slide down them on my butt, if necessary.
I was many things: tired, sore, smelly and thirsty. I was cautious but never afraid.
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