Horse Flats ~ Rock Gardens. 3/25/14
I have to remind myself to stop thinking of this place as a Zen garden; Zen gardens are a poor imitation of this.
Reacquainted with long lost friends, formations, large and small, featured and smooth. Cold fingers crimp down on a familiar hold, tendons creaking, locking, pulling skyward.
Many a sunrise has been witnessed alone from the top of a boulder here.
A somewhat forgotten fear is remembered, feeling blindly for a hold, freezing, looking down, pulse quickening. I force myself to climb all the old standards until the fear is gone and my fingers no longer tremble at the top, until I can climb relaxed, until I can purely focus on movements learned and memorized long ago.
It was good to feel strong today.