Mt. Fuji.

Mt. Fuji, attracts people for all different kinds of reason: inspiration, good fortune, spirituality, ego, expression of gratitude. When I knew I was coming to Japan, Mt. Fuji was one of those things I had to see. I'm not sure why either. I didn't know much about it. I remember seeing photos in my textbook and I thought it was cool but I'd continue flipping through the pages and easily forget about the mountain. 

But now it was calling to me.

When we pulled up to Lake Motosu I couldn't hold back the tears. All the mountains (hills) surrounding us were dwarfed by the majesty of Fuji. It felt like everything in my life that had caused me pain and sadness was pulled out of me and laid to rest at the bottom of the lake. 

I had to feel the mountain beneath my feet. On a whim, we headed to the mountain around 11:00pm. We drove up as far as we could (half way point) and began climbing. That's when the world went quiet, existing beneath a blanket of clouds. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. 

There is so much activity happening beneath us, no matter where you are in the world. We can't feel it, we don't know it's there, but this planet is alive. I was so aware of that fact when climbing Mt. Fuji. It's not like I could physically feel movement or activity beneath me but there was an energy that moved from the Earth through my feet and into my body. I was right where I was meant to be. Despite the heavy breathing and tired muscles I felt so alive and at peace with everything in my life.