i opened up my aching hands. i went down like an avalanche. i tool with me the things i found. i used them to help slow me down

proof that we can learn from tradition
knowing your place so you can protect it,
sitting by a smokey dry wood
fire near sunset with friends.
everything you need scattered about
including the smell of burnt wood...
you need need to carry with you
for at least the next 6 months.

when we leave we should return different.
there is always a place to leave
and a place to return to.

"each of us in our own way gotta do something to save our soul. whatever that is."
words you speak while clinging to a lose rock on the side of a mountain are more true, i think. whatever be your rock or mountain.