These mountains still have stories to tell me.

I just laid in a stream bed for an hour and basked in the sunshine. I went to see some rams I saw while driving and maybe get a picture. But once I was there, the sun graced me and I felt very at home so I just laid down and gave my body the rest it deserves. 

It’s a bit strange to me when I stop to think about it all.

Because, when I lay down and dream, my body tells me it’s always been here. Maybe my physical body left but this is the place where my body found home and it remembered it well. Those beaches I used to sleep on. The caves I’d find for an afternoon nap. These parks. When no one ever knew where I was or where I was going - not even myself. 

This is my actual home. 

That’s why my heart cries out to me when I am in my home in Coeur d’ Alene, telling me it’s not time to rest there just yet.

These mountains still have stories to tell me. And there’s still so much time to use that inspiration to light the whole world on fire.