Mountain Woman

I was always fond of the ocean.  Somethin about them waves that seemed to wash over my soul.  Most of my younger years were spent in a home just minutes from an ocean and I became known as someone who daydreamed of living by them pertty waves.  I spent years prayin’, and tryin’ my best to visit the ocean any time I were able, even when life moved me further away from them waters.  Lookin’ back I suppose it was all a bit dramatic, the way I carried on about them waves.

Somethin greater seemed to call me in a different direction though.  I began havin vision of a different type of livin.  It wasn’t two weeks from when I moved, when the mountains seemed to call my name, and everythin’ would become clear.  The signs of living near the mountains, and away from the city life, and livin’ a more simple life were always there, I suppose.  From the first time I visited those mountains, I never wanted to leave and with an overwhelmin’ peace, I knew I was home.