.A few weeks back I did something that maybe many people may think I do--but in reality have never done--and that is escape. Usually when I travel I am in a state of wholeness. I travel for the sake of exploration, curiosity, spontaneity, freedom, whatever the reason--it has never been escape. 

Well we are all imperfect and this time around I was running. I needed to escape my reality, my disappointment, hurt. I needed to be surrounded by something pure...something that was as it looked, without reservations, something true--unambiguous. So obviously I chose the mountains. What is more clear, solid, or pure than that?

Mountains are true, they are as they stand. You never question their intention, they are there only to provide foundation and support.

Then it occurred to me the very qualities that I embodied were exactly my source of fear. For me I obviously love all parts of nature but I connect more with water. I enjoy its fluidity, its movement, its vastness, its depth, its uncertainty. Though I may enjoy the element of water more--I resemble more closely the unabashed honesty and solid foundation of the mountain. It is also that which scares me but that I yearn for, its unforgiving texture.

Anyone that knows me knows that I don't hold back--from anything. My friends and family know exactly what I am thinking, because I tell them. I know exactly what my passions are--even though I may have too many--they are pretty clear. I am pretty transparent, I have nothing to hide. I am who I am unforgivingly. 

Then I began to think of my friends, the people I value most, and hold most dear to my heart. They are all mountains. Unforgivingly themselves, telling me exactly how they feel even when at times maybe I wish they wouldn't. In the end there is nothing that I value more than unabashed honesty. 

We must look deep into our hearts see into our depths and act, speak, and think from this place. Otherwise the most important person we are lying to is ourselves.