Go back to the mountains and let them speak of your vulnerabilities,
of plans and purposes that have not felt the cutting wind,
or been tested by fire and ice.
Gather your thoughts in the clouds and see
if you can’t hold them by the power of your own understanding.
Stand still in the silence of wonder.
Speak in the hushed tones of morning mist.
Listen to your heart beat and the laughter of the water cascading over rocks.
Feel
lost,
alone,
powerless,
insignificantly significant
under the vast sky.
Take off your shoes.
Remember your name and the ground on which you stand.
Only then
are you safe to return to the city.