Returning to the fields where it all started so many years ago. It was here I decided which path I would take and to never look back, even when the sun falls and the fields are obscured with shadows and mist.
Here I am in MN, when I was supposed to be in Ashford, WA. Mt. Rainier was to be the actual mountain, the manifestation of goals and purpose, and the journey to reach the top, and survey the landscape, looking for the next to overcome. It seems my physical being had other plans, and I…