“The mountains are calling and I must go…” –John Muir

There’s something about the snowy landscapes of the mountains that beckons my soul to the both stillness and adventure. They are not opposites but complementary partners in my estimation. One needed to balance out the other.

Crisp, clean mountain air infuses a sense of discovery and the feeling that anything is possible. It gives me the chance to escape city life, as much I enjoy it, and be in the bosom of Gaia herself.

Unlike the jungle with its deadly bugs, snakes and sweltering heat, the mountains offer a respite from the hustle, free of pests and distractions.

The added thrill of strapping on a board to zig zag down a hill makes me feel alive in unimaginable ways.

Breeze on my back, sun on my face, snow below my feet. My happy place.

We all have it – this place that feels like home and invites us deeper into ourselves.

It’s where we sense that there is already wisdom we can draw from in our bones, and our guts, and our hearts. Somewhere that reminds us of our most profound joys. A home for healing.

Find your place and go. It’s probably calling you now.

[Photo: Alpine Meadows ski resort in Lake Tahoe this past weekend.]