I climb for 3 reasons; the first, because it brings me to environments I would not otherwise go. Secondly, it forces me to become aware of my ego, which then allows me to do something about it. Climbing slips me into the present moment where I can find inner power. The precariousness of climbing leads me to push onwards, I feel unstable on the wall both physically and mentally, I am on the edge, of death, of life, I find this edge and can use it to fill me with vibrancy. I am stuck in a spot where mindfull choices are the only choices I can make. This is beauty and this is when I find my true abilities. I do not worry about whos watching because I know the only thing that matters is that I am watching. My presence is watching my body and creating my movements, the holds are magically etched exactly where I need them, my feet glue to the rock even when there is nothing there, I am light, I am free, I float up the rock, effortlessly. Effortlessly alive. I am dancing with the rock as I dance with the water and as I dance with the snow, I choose to dance because it is my form of creativity, my movement, my expression. I sometimes don’t even feel like I am doing it, I feel like something slips into me, and moves my body to express itself. I think of the snow and the water and the rock as blank sheets for me to perform my work, am I as well a blank sheet for something to express itself through? Am I a blank sheet for consciousness?