Before strength can ever exist within, the utterances of weakness must be embraced.
Allow weakness to have it’s perfect work in you and frailty will become strength.
People have asked me, “where does your strength come from?” The best answer I can give is this, ” I’ve learned to embrace weakness and heed it’s teaching. Strong needs a place to create itself , and it’s birth is rooted in frailty.”
Weakness dosent just go away. You can’t eradicate it. Weakness is there for a reason and it’s purpose is to teach you how to be well founded. It’s desire is to birth within you unwavering strength, planted as a seed in frailty that you be well made.
Weakness is a mere mirror upon the soul reflecting a growth that needs to occur.
Just as the hand needs to be rooted to the arm to function, so strength needs frailty.
The journey to recreate my life began with a fall, exposing my weaknesses. I’ve learned to embrace the teachings of weakness, for without them growth would have been impossible.
The voiceless echo of self had lie there, blended quietly into the formation of a stone.
Not all echoes carry the weight of a distant voice. This stone had held within it’s formation my passions, and it’s unyielding ability to disconnect me from everything except self. This stone was a mirror to who I had slowly become. Reflective in stone, a soul once passionate and thriving had slowly fashioned itself into an everyday existence. The echoes deeply seated into the stones structure would hand nothing over. Inspiration, passion, and redemption are fought for on adversities path. Through a reach of the hand to fit the stones formation unfamiliar self is released into the rocks crevice. Awakenings are ignited deep within bringing forth a renewed breath of life, setting alight the souls forging towards redemption.
Climbing is the only thing that releases me from myself. It pushes me beyond the limitations of my mind.. -Beth
The voice is your own, carefully blends itself into the balance of emotions. “If I try to hard, I’ll miss it. If I lack in my effort, I’ll miss it.” There’s a balance to it all. A longing in the soul to release it’s expression, that flows from the depth of passion and finds it’s freedom upon the rock.
The disconnect from life’s mundanes and the chase of life’s vanities.
The rock offers you a continual emptying of self doubt and pushing the mind beyond it’s own limitations.
The body placed upon the rock working every route. The body and mind pushes past doubts, pain, wandering thoughts, countless hours, and the longing to send. The body and mind engages with the rock until, like the words of a poet, every move is perfectly crafted into what may appear to be an effortless send upon the rock.
It’s not about being seen but rather to see.
Surrounded by the silence of nature and it’s still voice that offers clarity to an overworked mind and a dull soul. It’s in the this silence of nature that freedom from life’s paved road and it’s continual voice is found.
It’s the way the rock humbles you, takes you beyond yourself and brings you back again.
The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.-Terry Prachett.
The final draft is my story being told to others, felt and heard through language carefully chosen.-Beth
This journey began almost a year and half ago. I had no idea where any of this would lead. This unfolded before me and for those that have been following me on Instagram and Facebook.
I was recently asked to right a feature story for mountain moxie. Humbled by their interest I began to write my story. I’m thankful to say it was just published a few hours ago. It’s finally available to read at, mountainmoxie.com and it’s called, starting over. Feeling grateful and relived..for those that decide to read it, I hope you enjoy it and it offers you encouragement and inspiration. I’m currently working on another story for Alpen climb..
Character cannot be developed in ease and quite. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved.. -Helen Keller
It all seems so flawless, every move unwavering and without hesitation.
There’s a story behind every climber and what appears to be an effortless send. Nothin begins completed and the send dosent just happen.
September 15th, 7:30 am. I gather my gear together and head for the Catholes. Although it feels longer I’ve been working this route for 2 and 1/2 weeks. The beginning of this route has proven to be challenging, the size of the holds slightly beyond the strength of my fingers.
I set myself for the first move to the route. With my left hand I reach for the second hold, push off with my right foot to have the rock crumble beneath my foot causing my right hand to slip, I’m left hanging by my left hand. I struggle to reposition my right hand as my foot sets itself on a more stable area of rock.
I haven’t completed this route but it will be worked continuously until it’s sent(completed).
In the beginning I would spend hours watching climbers complete routes without flaw. Each move like words to a poem carefully chosen and placed.
I’ve spent countless hours on the same rock battling fears, fustrations and the fight to control a wandering mind.
The rock will leave it’s own reminder of why most quit. The success of a route isn’t just handed to any climber. Success is earned through torn skin, aching fingers, bruises, blood and the battle to push beyond your own limitations. The flawless moves are earned through countless hours, staying when everyone leaves and understanding success forms itself through great struggle..