High Uintas

In a wilderness with more dead trees than living ones, is there still beauty? Is there beauty in death? In embracing ashes to ashes? In laying yourself on an altar of stone to do away with the old you? In rising phoenix-like into new life?

There is transformative peace to be found in Death’s embrace. There is profound acceptance that both life and death are all around us, moving through us with every inhale and exhale. We stop shutting out half of existence. We open to everything that is.