Today, I am thankful for climbing moments.
Thirty days hath September ...
September has been the strangest month of this year's journey. From Labor Day to 9/11 to seasonal transitions to harvest time, I hoped, I prayed, I believed.
I end the month, thankfully, on a high note. On a lovely autumn day filled with mixed feelings about nearly everything, I climbed very well.
That's what I like about climbing - I'm forced to focus 100% on the task before me, to live entirely in the present. Shut down worries and anxieties. Forget about yesterday's mistakes and tomorrow's challenges.
I step onto the rock and study the problem it presents to me - a gift, really. It's up to me to make the next move.
Climbing. An act that produces meaning from movement. An experiencing of time and space. Reality. I climb therefore I am.
For this blessing, I am grateful.