Well... I started today by looking the websites that climbers check for route descriptions of various peaks. I checked Summit Post once and Summit Post again with my results showing me a potential peak with the name. There's a peak, also known as Willow Canyon Peak, that may have at one time been referred to as Dharma Peak...somewhere near Salt Lake City, hmmm. Then I checked Mountain Project and received the fateful "no results" response. Lastly I checked Super Topo and I found a sweet poem (posted at the end of this post) and a recommendation for a book called Dharma Bums. Perhaps I will check it out... but no route descriptions for Dharma Peak.
...back to my climb of Dharma Peak.
A quote I recently found puts it nicely, "It is a myth that there are many paths up the mountain to Truth. The truth is, there is only one path. The path is called "Up," and the method is called "Climb." -Sami Jnaneshvara
Many people who climb mountains or rocks understand that there is something indescribable about the feeling we get when we climb. Even so, I am constantly trying to describe that very feeling. I do not think it is something that you have to climb a literal mountain to understand, just think of something in your life that you push for and work for. Something in your life that you are willing to risk for and in return you learn and grow as a person. I love mountains because of their majesty and beauty in addition to their amazing ability to humble me and teach me valuable lessons. Through climbing I have learned about life, about myself... ok so I am still learning, always learning.
So Dharma Peak? It's just my symbolic mountain that I'm climbing in my life right now. I recently graduated from Yoga Teacher Training through the Samarya Center and am embarking on a new journey... or perhaps a continuation of the same journey...
one that I thought I would like to share!
With perhaps a little help from my friends!
Borrowed from SuperTopo:
Restless
My climbing toes are beginning to itch
with every passing hour;
I long for the sweat of the fifth-class pitch
and the summer mountain shower.
Yes I yearn for that coming day this fall
when I climb my cares away;
I'll heed the lure of the belayer's call
'neath the high cliffs I will play.
Don't try to hold me back, my friend,
it's not from you I run;
it's to climb and sing 'til the day's long end
in the land of the alpine sun.
So I'll stack the rack and eye the crack,
and I'll move without a tarry;
with my pack on my back, oh I really doubt
there's a finer load to carry.
A homestead's fine with a garden green,
a place to call your own;
but for my restless soul, the Creator's scheme,
the wild peaks for to roam.
GnomicMaster, 1976
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