Two Hearts
- August 2014
- Hi Steph
Hey Steph!
I came across your blog by a lovely bit of fate I suppose, entirely random but have loved reading your thoughts and seeing your videos whenever I’ve had a moment to explore. I’m in the midst of a massive transition myself, I suppose we do that periodically, from time to time, as parts of ourselves begin to speak up more loudly than before, and we realize perhaps we’ve strayed a bit from the path our hearts intended. Anyway, your posts have me missing mountains intensely as I sit here on the East coast, in limbo of leaving one life behind and on the cusp of beginning another in Chile, aching for the mountains after too many years in spent in a city- albeit San Francisco, so there are far worse places, especially with all we could access in terms of wilderness ;). Still, after a while being a “weekend warrior” gets really old. I thru-hiked the Appalachian Trail 6 years ago, walking from Maine to Georgia, and the raw beauty of living so light, as you speak of, of carrying only what you need, caring for it, physically experiencing the world that surrounds you, it is truly the essence of this life, should we simply choose to live it.Anyway- I felt drawn to reach out- felt somehow connected and wanted to say hello. I also had to share with you a song that my mother, Linda, wrote when she was 20- in 1976 the love of her life died in a hang-gliding accident. My mom has always been a musician, and as a teenager she and her boyfriend David drove out west, no destination in sight, hang gliding where ever they spotted a good launch site. My mom filmed most of their jumps, and eventually they settled in Jackson Hole, skiing and gliding, loving the west. they ultimately decided to move to Oregon, and spent some time gliding on the coast- much of the footage was actually filmed in Big Sur and along Oregon. Linda decided shortly after moving to Oregon that she should go back to Pennsylvania, to see her family after several years away and figure out what the life she wanted to build in Oregon could look like. Three days after she arrived in PA she received news that David had died in a gliding accident along the coast. She wrote and recorded this song shortly after.
I cannot grasp the depths of sorry you have endured in losing your husband, but your writing about the journey is truly inspiring, and my hope in sharing this with you is that somehow it brings you comfort, rather than sadness. For whatever reason, I feel your connected to it somehow and just had to send it on to you.
Thanks for living.
With much gratitude and love-
Greta
Thank you Greta, for the thoughts, this song and for the story. I really appreciate it.
Steph
