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oh, my boys


some people are never satisfied



may you be one of those people:


always thirsting for adventure,

plagued with a hunger for the unknown.


desiring always the sunrise

and answers to questions you don't understand.



may your summits be steep,

unstable,

difficult,

and worth the journey.


I hope your mountains are not a camp for refugees

but a place with jagged teeth


demanding you to rise above yourself.


that may you find peace from your travels

under warm blankets of stars.


every now and then, I hope the rain pours,

that you cry over a failure,


and that you have someone with you

not to wipe your tears,

but to mourn with you.

may you never expect the wilderness to give


and may you never take-

for taking is easy. instead I hope you earn,


and earning is an impossible journey.


on a bluebird day

may clouds of doubt pass, and prayers of safety be answered



so when the mountains give you wings

you fly.

boys, I hope you live each day with a drive, a purpose

and approach it with a sense of being, self, and awe.


oh, my boys,

I have given you life.

may you live it.





photos from winter 2013-spring 2014

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