Friday, March 13, 2009
The calling of the hills~~
The hills call me.
Yes they really do.
I am addicted to walking in the wooded hillsides that surround us. It started soon after I moved here in 1996.
If I don't get out into the woods and explore at least every other day~I get cranky.
The land holds treasures that change each day. They can change in the same spot.
I'm not kidding.
One day a rush of water,
One hike takes you on slippery icy surfaces, the next day you walk on softened snow.
Climb a ravine and you will see something that will not be there the next time you climb through it...I can guarantee you that much.
Each time I go, of course I am drawn to the creek. There is one in the first valley and one in the second.
I yearn to get back to the 'back' valley and see the little water falls and ice formations before they disappear.
I've been doing this for nearly 13 years now and I am always surprised or intrigued by how the land ever changes.
Is it a spiritual thing? I don't know.
I just know the hills call to me...