john taught me to get out into the woods. to breathe in the air. and to get quiet with myself. before we met i had never been on a mountain hike, or camping, or really anything nature inspired. but now it seems our life, especially our life here in oregon, is infused with it. camping, surfing, hiking, rock climbing, all of it. when i was 7,8,9 years old, i loved the dirt roads of where i grew up, the trees and lakes and sounds. it’s completely blissful to me that i have rediscovered it in my adult life. earlier this week, we went cross country skiing. it was quiet. not many people. just us, and the sounds. i hear my voice most clearly when i’m out of the city and into the wild. today, my voice was clear: i am feeling rejuvenated. inspired again. ready. ready for the new year. new possibilities. new dreams.
several years ago, i read into the wild. i was deeply affected by that book and its true story. this week, we saw the movie, and again i have found myself deeply affected by it. it’s a gorgeous film, in every sense, especially the story. “Happiness is only real when shared” he finally realizes at the end. shared in connection. shared inside the arms of forgiveness. shared in memories of laughter and sounds. it’s a heartbreaking, lovely, sad, triumphant story. the lessons and beauty of life are everywhere in that young man’s spirit.
happiness is only real when shared.