Zion. 2009.
God do I want to be back there. To wake up to cold morning air that I know will heat up around me as I hike steeply up hill. To feel so in tune with my body--yoga when I'm stiff, food when I'm hungry, early bedtimes and waking up with the dawn. I've never thought things out less. My first impulse always turned out right. I found balance, joy, fulfillment and startling clarity everywhere I went.
I knew myself best when their wasn't anyone else there to describe it to. When existence was all there was.
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