Montana Primal Chi

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As I sat looking out the window of the airplane, just about to take off.

I saw in the distance mountains.

I longed to stay here.

In the desolate spaces of rock and grass, in the fog that settles between two mountains only inches apart.

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In the way wildflowers can grow on the rough terrain of flat rocky ridges

Appalousa horses run alongside the car with their painted horses and wild mustang friends. The open cattle range on narrow switchbacks.

The lightning as it splits a tree in a pitch-black dry Jurassic la

kebed. The smell of ionized air and singed fresh leaves. A smell I won't ever forget.

So primal.

The smell of a hail storm or the scent of a river rising.

The fear I felt running through a field of Rattlesnakes hissing, or the first time or the time I walked alongside a bear or buffalo.

You feel how great the prana, Ki, Chi, Life force of this place is.

I realized this place, Montana, always will have a place in my heart.

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Going here always helps me feel my mother's spirit more strongly.

I am centered by the energy in the akasha here (energy of memories).

The same pavement steps my mom walked on, I can choose to walk on. So cool.

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In her footsteps.

I will do you proud mama.

What could be better, as they say "A little time in nature can soothe the soul".

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