God on the Mountain

God is in your typewriter

“for her, every day was the same, and when each day is the same as the next, it’s because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.”

The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho

I was on top of a mountain in Utah the first time I ever felt the universe. It was sad and overwhelming all at the same time. That day may have been the closest to God that I had ever felt. Not because God only exists on mountains, but because I was in the superficial phase of my journey when I believed I had to climb a mountain to find Him.

I was there to plant trees with other college students from across the United States as a larger tree conservation project. But the trees were not a project for me, they were a heartbeat. I am not sure…

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