Meditation on The Rock of Ages
Life on the rocks? Oh, don’t
I know it well? I sit
in hard places. Afraid to look
down, afraid to go on. But,
oh! Don’t life’s rock climbers have
the most gorgeous, sinewed muscles from
holding on as they move along?
( I found myself on the Billy Goat Trail five years ago this coming Halloween. I knew nothing of hiking or climbing. And I did get stuck in fear two-thirds of the way up. Then a kind voice said, “Let go of where you are, cross over to the other side, and come on up.” I was pretty sure death was imminent, but it was that or stay stuck where I was. So! )
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Josephina Ballerina 
Oh I love Great Falls! I used to visit there when i lived in DC!
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Big adventures need big courage.
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Not so sure I’d be climbing that wall. Hope the hiking trail was easier.
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I wouldn’t be able to climb that rock! I like the poem
Treacle says ‘meoooow!” to Josephina
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Uggh – that photo looks more like rock climbing, not like hiking to me. But I know what you mean with getting stuck 2/3 up. pssst – I’m afraid of heights, but I love the views and I love hiking and exploring.
Beautiful words, Maureen.
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wow! That is quite the Billy goat’s trail. I could not have done that. Your words go perfectly with the photo.
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however you view things, it’s all about the climb!!!!
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we meet at six words Friday?
P.
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