I have been home in Shawnee, Kansas from my trip to northern California for ten days now. While I was visiting Mt. Shasta I found myself immersed in nature and loving it! Here in Kansas I am faced with extremes. The winters are brutal dipping the temperature sometimes below the zero mark on the thermostat. The summers get intolerably hot reaching 100 plus degrees. The heat bakes everything including us. The prairies, although magnificent in the expanse of it all, are usually without any vegetation other than grass. Our bodies of water the lakes, rivers and even streams are often no more than a muddy soup.
While I was living in the mountains I would wake up in my cabin and one of the first things I would do was to throw open the solid green cotton curtains revealing a new day of promise. Being greeted by Sun’s warm rays I was easily able to go into gratitude.
My cabin was nestled in between the mountains—protected if you will from the extreme elements. Often we would receive the gentle rains and breezes while other areas would receive stronger winds and snow. There was something about the place that steadied the weather.
Every day, I marveled at the giant evergreen and pine trees that stood everywhere strong and majestic clearing and grounding the energy. I was surrounded by the masses of stones which have held their position for centuries unmoving even in the strongest winds—they too ground the energies. Directly behind the cabin the clear pristine spring waters flowed from the top of the mountain serving to sooth the souls with song. And with it all there was the beautiful expanse of the ever-changing sky that angelic forces use as a canvas to create fantastic energies of form. I found myself relaxing and healing as the days swept by.
My bed room faced the stream and at night I could hear the water weaving its way down and through the crooks of the land, boulders and fallen trees. Even though it seemed the water had a great intention and purpose to get to the bottom it created a song that was gentle and healing—like a childhood lullaby.
On every level I was healing. I knew it because I could feel it and I wanted to continue on this journey that felt so right and perfect. But my time on the mountain was to end as all things do.
As the days of my stay grew shorter a sadness grew inside of me and I made a promise to myself and the mountain called Shasta that I would return.