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..