Of the north

Living in the north is a blessing

 mountains surrounding in every direction

 there is comfort in seeing the tips touching the sky

sometimes sheltered from the storms that roll in

 and from the world, mostly.

Montana can be a very lonely place, quiet if you let it

a place of solitude

 Of the north I grew up in the mountains and by the sea

 here I am fortunate to live in the mountains once again and the ocean is replaced now by lakes.

It still feels raw and untouched in some places

I climb the mountain.

These peaks offer fresh perspective and champagne air.

Removed from the sea of noise that people make,
 breathing deeply, listening to the wind whispering softly
as it caresses my cold face

In the midst of pines, moss and grass

it all grounds me and I feel part of the earth 

Surrounded by these huge mothers of mountains gazing down into the valley,
 in the distance I see the one we live under - how small I feel.

 a squall passes through in the west

 I have learned the art of storm bending in Big Sky
storms clear the mind
 and clears the slate

my compass led me to the north again

on this mountain I think I can see all the way to the Pacific if I stand on my tip toes

but I don't

   the wild of the ocean

  I miss

tucked far away in these blue mountains with the heavy skies above

a place I have grown to love with all my heart

Of the north
I stand tall today
grateful to be here