Ski Bum Soul

Sometimes life moves too fast.

Rushing and racing

From home to work to the bar to the hill

Trying to hold onto the reigns

Of something you never had control over in the first place.

Your Soul.

It hides away slowly,

Always ready 

For a soul filling adventure

One where you close your eyes, put on your skis and let the mountain take you where it will,

Through the woods

Through the fields

Listening to your soul

And for once - following it.

May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You, Merisa