I hope you’ve had an adventurous weekend. Things have cooled down a bit up top. Our morning low was 22 degrees. Our high yesterday was 46 degrees. It’s currently clear and windy, making it feel much cooler. Be sure to pack extra layers if you’re coming up top. The exposed ledges at Myrtle Point and Cliff Tops were frosty and slick this morning. I hope your Sunday is off to a good start.
The sunrise above had me searching for words. Just before my footsteps arrived back at the lodge, the words came. Alas, they were not my own. And yet, they seem to be the perfect fit for the new week, the new day. I hope these words from Douglas Wood fit for you as well.
“But what,” badgers a relentless voice, “exactly are you doing out here? What are you accomplishing? What are you getting out of it? And what, oh especially what are you going to do with your life?”
The voice usually stops me. Knocks me down, kicks sand in my face. But this time, finally, I tell the voice to shut up. It’s a stupid question, what are you going to do with your life. Setting out to do something with your life is like sitting down to eat a moose. Nobody ever did anything successfully with their life. Instead they did something with their day. Each day.
Sunrise is birth. Sleep is death. Each day is your life.
Let the moose run. Eat some blueberries.
P.S. - Below is a new perspective from life on Mt. Le Conte. Pigeon Forge and the busy world below, quiet solitude above.