We quake in defiance of peripheral death. How we all engage in some form of spastic fervor to never be forgotten. Me saying that most climbers choose their mountains for a reason, could also be me saying that most people choose (however subconscious) what is to be perceived as an obstacle in their own lives. … More From the Journal: Echoes
Funny how I impose my loneliness and social anxiety onto them, in that I refuse in having them acknowledge me by refusing to acknowledge them. It really is a matter of self in these moments. … More From the Journal: Exhales of Air
Patrick kneels into the mattress and leans over me.
“Sara,” he whispers. I open my eyes slow—
“The power keeps going in and out.” … More From the Journal: Mountain Farm Life
When I think about it now, I’m honestly not sure whether I was addicted to the mountain views or to the fascination these trips inspired from others waiting back at camp. Either way, the moment allowed my power to manifest in a way that was visible to the world around me. … More I have a theory.
The Aura of a Self-Willed Land by Sara Aranda “Mountains have many moods.” – Jack Turner I At night the Milky Way dusts the sky falls to powder the Earth by day snow cluttered labyrinths between the trees and ice-laced river. Shadows paint numb strands of bark as scattered as old elk tracks now gentle … More The Aura of a Self-Willed Land
A Tangible End to Fear: Climbing by Sara Aranda Fingers break granite lines. Enter flesh bone locks. Rotate my mind mind my fear— it’s all the same body versus body. But it is there and only there that I am opened up finally to a place inside my head where fear becomes … More A Tangible End to Fear: Climbing