On the Mountain: Day 2

Like I said, I had no idea I was on the mountain but there I was.  It happened as soon as I opened the door and put my feet on the ground.  I often wonder when this happened. It may have been that day at former employer when I said “yes” to the recruiter to accept the job in Flagstaff.  I can imagine in slow motion the “Y” in yes beginning it’s annunciation starting as a breath of air in my lungs then traveling through my larynx, up through my mouth, over my tongue and through my lips. Simultaneously my legs slide sideways out of the car door with my boots exiting first.  And as the “s” in “yes” completes it’s hiss traveling through my tongue and palate, my boots connect solidly with the ground and my body is no longer connected in any meaningful way to the Forerunner. I am on the mountain.