Monday morning – the clouds just opened up with a big bang
and the rain is pouring down. I am
struggling through my healthy lunch – get this – because it is TOO much
food! Ha! Now there is a miracle.
I know life is good when…..
1. The rain only
dampens the ground and not my spirit – I know the sun will once again warm the
earth and my soul.
2. My lunch is
enough.
3. My body hurts
less and moves more.
4. I get to the
mountain top for just a moment and glimpse what a healthy life can look like.
I had a mountain top experience this weekend –
literally. We headed west with the idea
we would hike Johnson’s Canyon – an easy walk on more or less level ground in a
beautiful mountain setting. A missed
turn and a desire to capitalize on the additional mileage, led to a new
adventure – a hike to Grassi Lakes. It
is listed as easy in the guidebooks and certainly families do it together –
from infants to seniors – but I had left it to my end-of-summer list of goals
as the walk is all uphill – a stress to my healing knees and improved, but
still annoying asthma.
Raouf carried the lunch to leave my hands free to use my
walking poles. I had to stop many, many
times to catch my breath and rest here and there – talk about burning calves! –
but I didn’t give up. My knees were pain
free – amazing! The sense of elation I
experienced when I reached the top and was able to sit and enjoy one of my
favorite destinations in our Alberta Rockies was a true mountain top
experience. I felt fantastic – the
beauty is steeped in serenity even amidst the crowd of hikers sharing the
mountain top with us. Deep, deep water
so clear you can see to the bottom, sparkling green under the blue sky. Water bugs twirled and sent ripples that were
visible for several feet. The small
water fall provided a perfect musical
background to a scene out of the tourist ads you see on TV. Our lunch was simple – a salad and fruit –
but it was so delicious and filling – true contentment.
I audibly sighed and stretched out in the sun and drank it
all in. The rock climbers were out in
full force and were struggling up a very high cliff – ropes dangling and hands
groping for the next hold. Unbelievable
guts or insane risk – either way, there they were, not giving up as the other
direction was down! Did getting to the
top give them a more amazing view than the one we glimpsed on our climb
up? I really don’t think so but I did
catch a glimpse of the feeling they must experience when they conquer their
mountain top. It is the journey to the
mountain top that makes it so exhilarating when you stand on the peak.
I stood on my peak on Sunday – and I celebrated the journey
that got me to this place. My first
commitment to this journey to a healthier me was to never give up – to follow
through – because it is my chance to write my story and the goal is only the
guiding light. I only move closer if I take the next step and then the next and
the next! God is good!