Tasmanian Wilderness
What do you feel when in the presence of enormous mountains, when you are sitting on top of a peak, letting the lactic acid in your legs settle while you look at the track traversed thus far?
Just one word - 'Yes'. An affirmation. Yes I conquered you, Yes you conquered me. You reaped me, barred my way, battled me and kept my life teetering on the edge of an abyss. You sucked the energy from my body, my bones, down through the soles of my feet unto the earth where they treacherously trod.
Yes to the earth that is made up of us both. Me and this Mountain.
Yes to the motivation that caused my drive to my purpose. Yes to what is catalysed within me. I'm alone when I design a painting in this mountains image, and no-one will ever know the way in which I own it. But if others say their own Yes to it - its also theirs, and I am glad.
Just one word - 'Yes'. An affirmation. Yes I conquered you, Yes you conquered me. You reaped me, barred my way, battled me and kept my life teetering on the edge of an abyss. You sucked the energy from my body, my bones, down through the soles of my feet unto the earth where they treacherously trod.
Yes to the earth that is made up of us both. Me and this Mountain.
Yes to the motivation that caused my drive to my purpose. Yes to what is catalysed within me. I'm alone when I design a painting in this mountains image, and no-one will ever know the way in which I own it. But if others say their own Yes to it - its also theirs, and I am glad.
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