Funny Thing about Grief


I went back up Mt. Wire today. Has been nearly a year and a half since I went up. I usually go to Red Butte and back down, which is ⅔ of the climb, and a very lovely hike. Today, I wanted to go to the top. I wanted to summit and see the tower again. I wanted to go to bed tonight physically exhausted, so that my ongoing grief would be quiet enough to allow me to sleep, perhaps even soundly and through the night.

The funny thing about grief is that it lessens in the mountains. The movement, the effort, the rhythm of going up, all of it calms and induces a meditative state that helps in the acceptance and processing of grief. Others might find walking or drinking or something else helpful, I turn to going uphill in nature.