Eat the Mountain

As kids, we would pick and eat huckleberries, salmonberries, strawberries, blackberries, thistle, clover, dandelions and a whole host of other edibles off the mountains we lived on. Sometimes, as we happened across bears and mountain lions, we wondered if the mountains would eat us. (Thankfully, they were all afraid of our dog, Jenny.) We didn't know it but we were eating the mountain in other ways. Our eyes consumed the greens, blues and other vibrant hues about as our hands consumed the prickly, hard, slippery and soft textures. Our minds consumed the freedom of the area, as well as the exhilaration of the activities it could host. Our souls most definitely drank that freedom. Our experiences living amidst the wilds was all-encompassing, allowing us to consume as much as we wished.