I’m beginning to pack for a two week (at least) vacation. I’ve been consumed by environmental campaigns and email; haven’t found time for much else recently. I need a break to get off the treadmill, relax, feed my soul and recharge my batteries.
While planning it today, I remembered John Muir’s statement: he found that by going out he was really coming in/coming home. I realized with a rush that this is exactly what I will be doing.
I am really a child of the mountains–they have made me what I am. From childhood trips with my parents, through uncounted backpacking trips, camp staffing and day hikes since then, my experience of the mountains has molded my spirit, my outlook on life and my career.
I recalled Dvorak’s beautiful “Largo” with its peaceful but yearning melody and put to words in the the song “Going Home“–“Going home, going home, I”m a-going home….” In my case I’m again coming home.