Why the Mountains?

    Why the longing for mountains? Is it the wanting to be cradled like a child, like the spiritual–and miraculous–creation we are? Is it to both love something as inanimate yet alive as nature, and to realize all of life has the ability to love us back?  Is it because we know, deep in…


  I’m bad at this, I am, the whole asserting what I want, faulting to leave things intact though I know they are beginning to crumble. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll hear it. So I stay quiet, waiting. I’ve been told that earthquakes can be heard deep in the earth, it’s like a popping sound….