Hunting season is always a time of nourishment. Physically, emotionally, spiritually, but not because it’s always peaceful and easy. Often it’s difficult. But the struggles we calmly face within the wild don’t discriminate. The mountain has no ego. The weather does not manipulate. Bears don’t harbor hate. Wind plays no politics. And gravity isn’t greedy. Landscape may seem cruel at times, but it is honest. Completely free of corruption, and that makes the challenges they present us with so valuable.

The laws of nature are steady and true. Providing us the structure and connection we desperately need in times of uncertainty. I don’t believe anyone truly hopes for a difficult journey, but they’re often the paths that lead us to the most beautiful destinations.