What are men to rocks and mountains?

This week I climbed rocks,

and this week I climbed mountains.

And I cried both times.

For the past two years or more,

I've had an irrational fear

of rock climbing--

even though

back at Girls' Camp,

I was way into it.

I took harness selfies

before selfies were a thing.

(Because wearing a harness

is obvs the best part.)

But I went to the climbing gym this week,

and I did it.

I grabbed the grips

that looked like baby heads

and made it to the top.

And when I got down,

I teared up,

because there's nothing greater

than doing something you're scared of

and realizing that you actually like it.

Then I went on a hike,

and I adventured up

past where I normally would

to where I could see this.

I cried lots of tears

because I had never imagined

ever seeing anything that beautiful

in my life,

and there I was in it.

Genevieve and I sang hymns of nature,

because views that beautiful deserve

poems

and prayers

and songs

and tears

to describe them.

Levels 40 & 41 achieved.