finding my inspiration

Exercise.  It really isn't my favorite thing.  In fact, even though I feel great after the fact, I still tend to want to avoid it.  I know it will help me, I know I need it yet I don't want to do it.  (sigh) I am oh-so very human.

This is where skiing enters.  It saved me last winter and it is the same this year.  Stress hits us all, yes?  When  out on the hill, full attention has to be on getting down the hill so there is simply no time to be stressed about anything else.  It feels incredible to come down from the mountain and look up and say to myself, "Can!"  I love the sense of accomplishment not to mention that sleep comes more fully because I can hardly move.  Lastly, it feels good to be tired physically rather then emotionally or spiritually or any other way possible.  It is interesting to me that by honoring the body's physical needs it allows us to cope more fully with all the rest.

So you may not like skiing, this is more then OK.  You should like what you do not what I do.  Find a movement you enjoy and do it.  See if you don't also reap the many benefits.

Heading to Inspiration.

Finding Inspiration

To the mountain I go like true north on a compass

some ski for fun or work or vertical feet to amass

no matter the reason for each

there is always something the mountain can teach

so to the slopes in droves we flock

pulling on helmets, pants and warm ski sock

for me this ski experience is holy

as I learn to fly in life fully

with each turn I take, my soul comes unbound

as I seek fresh powder my truest self found

this is escapism at its wholesome best

a part of me lost becomes freshly whole

as release is found on the slopes for my soul

liberty has come, setting my heart free

by choosing to learn the art of the ski.

snow {hugs},

Shea