Whitney, Thank you for this! You bring your Montana experience and your healing journey to the page in all its raw majesty! You have mirrored Montana for us even in leaving it! Loved this! As I am on the integration edge of leaving an epic writers’ retreat weekend, I have been marinating in others’ gorgeous use of words. And yours are inspiring! Approaching the Aries Full moon I’m casting off and whittling down for the coming of whatever is next. Seems like you are too. Cosmic blessings to you! Allison
Sep 25, 2023·edited Sep 25, 2023Liked by Whitney McKnight
I felt this viscerally, in my gut as I read it. Having lived in a small, mountain town in Colorado for the better part of the last two decades, what you describe about the landscape and the winters was absolutely my experience. Everyone is 'in this together' at 8500 feet and politics has no real relevance. At least that's how it used to be...not as clear cut any longer, sadly. But the massive mountains that I gazed at, drove through and over, regularly were such a potent reminder of my own place in the world. Imagining what is must have been like, to be one of the first white settlers to attempt to civilize or tame the Rockies, still inspires a sense of awe, since it's hard enough with all of our modern conveniences, to endure. It was the long and brutal winters that finally did us in and sent us back east, but oh, how I miss my mountains and my skies and yes, that sense of freedom and challenge and community that the landscape inspires. Thank you for salving my soul this morning.
Whitney, Thank you for this! You bring your Montana experience and your healing journey to the page in all its raw majesty! You have mirrored Montana for us even in leaving it! Loved this! As I am on the integration edge of leaving an epic writers’ retreat weekend, I have been marinating in others’ gorgeous use of words. And yours are inspiring! Approaching the Aries Full moon I’m casting off and whittling down for the coming of whatever is next. Seems like you are too. Cosmic blessings to you! Allison
Whitney, this post is GORGEOUS, in every way. Thank you for writing it. And please write more, more, more! xo
I felt this viscerally, in my gut as I read it. Having lived in a small, mountain town in Colorado for the better part of the last two decades, what you describe about the landscape and the winters was absolutely my experience. Everyone is 'in this together' at 8500 feet and politics has no real relevance. At least that's how it used to be...not as clear cut any longer, sadly. But the massive mountains that I gazed at, drove through and over, regularly were such a potent reminder of my own place in the world. Imagining what is must have been like, to be one of the first white settlers to attempt to civilize or tame the Rockies, still inspires a sense of awe, since it's hard enough with all of our modern conveniences, to endure. It was the long and brutal winters that finally did us in and sent us back east, but oh, how I miss my mountains and my skies and yes, that sense of freedom and challenge and community that the landscape inspires. Thank you for salving my soul this morning.
Jane