I was 23 when I climbed the highest mountain in the world. It was a massive mountain the peak way into thin air. My team had masks feeding them oxygen I had opted for the natural climb along with the Sherpas. The climb was technical and dangerous and physically near impossible. It was near the last stage when we reached the toughest part a sheer wall of ice and red shale with hard holds. We were roped had axes crampons and took the part one at a time. I was exhausted muscles burning without relief. I tried to suck more air to get oxygen to relieve them but it was too thin. I ached mentally close to turning back as two teammates had. I held tight and rested my belly against the wall heaving breaths spitting ice off my lips. I turned and on the wall on a ledge inches wide rising out of a crack was a beauty I have never forgot. A flower sparkling yellow/red boldly rose seeking the early morning sun. I stopped stared forgetting where I was forgetting my predicament transfixed by this beauty. Here in the most barren of places devoid of any comfort grew the most beautiful things had ever seen. The wind blew strong on this cliff my divine beauty ruffling reaching for sun seemingly unbothered by the severe environment. I would dig it up give it soil water a warm greenhouse and care for it take it from this harsh place. I reached into my parka finished some almonds and blew open the Baggie. I scraped rocky soil into my palm trying to get dirt only. I reached to begin extracting my beauty rescuing my beauty from the crevice when the rope tugged me. Hey nature boy lets go time to summit. I was shaken out. Shook my head and continued my climb with new energy glancing back at my flower. That was 30 years ago. I recently found my flower again. She was divinely beautiful. Growing in the harshest of circumstances in the South Bronx of New York City. I stared at first like I did the morning on that mountain. I watched her move breathe and ruffle in the strong wind. She made the air thin impossible bike to breathe. How she grew so strong so beautiful with no love in the cold and dark dangerous south bronx is miraculous as my little mountain flower a miracle. I reached to wrap her up rescue her bring her to safety make it all better. I was about to had my baggie in hand when again I felt a tug on the rope. I love you always will babygirl. Xo❤️
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 23:21:10 +0000
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