Sun goes up, sun goes down, wind blows round and round the earth…day in day out, an endless circle of repetition, that has somehow dulled my senses. and I am in a Solomon’s slump.

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity…futility..this  vapor, this breath of mine…these seemingly futile efforts I make…that all come so quickly to a ..dead end.

‘Nothing new under the Sun’..or Stars either… for that matter, especially me, who feels older than sin this morning, as I struggle into my backpack and hit the trail before daylight.

Weariness has settled deep down into this body and the bones of my soul…all the sameness of tasks..rolling the boulder uphill an inch..to have it roll back down again.. into its rut ..…So right now, like the hero of the Princess bride, feeling mostly dead. and…in need of a miracle cure… Up, up, up the  Paintbrush Canyon trail I’ll go.. in search of….my Ecclesiastical remedy….Wildflowers for this weary soul.

 My quest…racing sun and wind … round and round and round again…for just a glimpse of the most elusive of all…my precious Alpine flowers…the tiniest ephemeral wildflowers....only found..in the holy grail made of stones tucked in  the highest mountain passes.. overflowing with a rainbow of blossoms that bloom for just the blink of an eye..and if seen,  their enchantment,..has the power to pour joy over an old soul like mine…and  weariness fades in the blessing of that little bit of heaven.

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A midlife crisis, an answer to prayer, inspired by two decades of solo night adventures in the Tetons of Wyoming.  These are the tales of this woman's journey, seeking hope in the darkness and finding a childlike heart renewed in the night...in my wilderness sojourns with God.
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