solitude in the mountains

Deep Wet Moss

Deep wet moss and cool blue shadows

Beneath a bending fir,

And the purple solitude of mountains,

When only the dark owls stir—

Oh, there will come a day, a twilight,

When I shall sink to rest

In deep wet moss and cool blue shadows

Upon a mountain’s breast,

And yield a body torn with passions,

And bruised with earthly scars,

To the cool oblivion of evening,

Of solitude and stars.

- Lew Sarett

Mountain Solitude / Wolf Dream

I wasn’t me,

I lived alone in the woods, on the side of a mountain, in a small house with only one bedroom.

The main entrance wasn’t used to enter because it was sort of difficult to reach for some reason, so we went in through the side door.

It had a deck overlooking the woods.

There had been a wolf outside all night, pacing around. He had brown fur and orange eyes and I swear it could talk.

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SUNFLOWER VILLAGE PROJECT REPORT – Visiting his small tent in the mountains this morning, The Reverend Dasa William Griffith listened as we briefed him in the upcoming weekend schedule. Laughing and lighthearted, Dasa then proceeded with his morning ritual of prayers, mediation and shaving his body (including his eyebrows). Shaving for the Dasa is a symbol of humiliation and servanthood. When the dasa is chosen, there are 30 days in between his/her selection and the investiture. During that period, it is a time of mediation and purification. On the day of the investiture, the Dasa’s body, from head to toe, is shaved and from that moment on becomes a daily ritual of humiliation, obedience and mediation.

Dasa spends as much of his time as possible nude, which he says is perpetual worship.

He will be remaining in the mountains for the weekend in solitude and will be joined by his wife, Rev. Alysyn Griffith, Prioress of Oikos and Senior Pastor of Evangel Pacific, a homeless outreach ministry.

The dasa eats a simple meal a day. Normally a vegetable, sardines, water, tea and a vitamin drink. He is preparing for the launch of an indefinite fast to bring awareness to the need for a national homeless bill of rights. During that time he will only consume water.

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31 Day Skyrim Challenge - Day 22: Solitude or Windhelm?

Solitude is the capital city of both Haafingar Hold, and
all of Skyrim. Currently ruled by Jarl Elisif the Fair,
widow of the late High King Torygg, it is the headquarters
of the Imperial Legion stationed in Skyrim. The Thalmor have
an embassy hidden in the nearby mountains. Part of the reason
for this is the eminently defensible nature of Solitude itself.
Set upon a great stone arch that towers above the mouth of
the Karth River, the city is surrounded by the soaring peaks
of the nearby mountains. Solitude is both a reinforced and
breathtaking stronghold.

Windhelm, also known as the City of Kings, is a city located
in northeastern Skyrim. It serves as the capital of Eastmarch
Hold. It is also the oldest city in Skyrim, possibly the
oldest city of man on Tamriel that is still standing, dating
back to the Merethic Era. During 4E 201, as the Civil War
rages on, Skyrim becomes a nation divided, and Windhelm becomes
the new capital of the Stormcloak Rebellion, the main center
of the entire Nord revolution against the Empire. Windhelm is
governed by Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, the leader of the
Stormcloaks. Ulfric was chosen by the public as the new Jarl
of Windhelm after his father, the previous Jarl, died.

I miss standing in the middle of the woods in Vermont during the winter. The silence, the solitude, mountains on either side. I miss breathing in that painfully cold air through my nostrils, and having the wind against my face, blowing my hair in every direction. I found a home somewhere where I once knew nothing, now it is my everything, and I can’t wait to go back. I’m not sure when, but I will live in those glorious mountains again. The mountain spirits have so much more to teach me, and I will be give it my undivided attention.

The Dream Hunters - Neil Gaiman


A monk lived in solitude beside a temple on the side of a mountain. It was a small temple, and the monk was a young monk, and the mountain was not the most beautiful or impressive mountain in Japan.

The monk tended the temple, and he passed his days in peace and quiet until the day that a fox and a badger passed the temple and spied the monk hoeing the little plot of yams which fed him for much of the year.

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once i climb the mountains of freedom, past the spring of solitude, and the meadow of content can you take me to the mysterious sea that i see in your photos? i know you say returning will be heartbreak, but you called me your lighthouse. so let me take your hand and guide you to where you once called haven.