It is magic. It really is… as you might be able to tell from the video.
I’ve gone there six years in a row… lived there for two whole summers.
They were some of the best summers of my life [thus far]. The first summer there was the one where I grew up, became me.
The second summer is when I learned love, learned life, became brave.
Not too long ago, I was convinced I would never go a year without going to Yosemite. Now, this year: 2012… I’m slowly realizing I don’t think I’ll make it to Yosemite this year. I don’t think I can… I don’t think it’s in the cards.
The shortness of breath starts… watching this video, I almost cry.
I have to go. It is my reset button. It is how I remember.
I have to find the freedom of Yosemite from year to year. The refreshment. Remembering when I found myself. Remembering me. Who I am. Remembering when I found love. Knowing love. Remembering when I found life. Knowing life. Knowing what it means to live. Remembering overcoming fear. Doing it.
Yosemite gave me all these things.
Will I be able to remember all these things… to be all these things… without my reset button?
[oh, i hope so.]