Elevation
Where I was born and raised, the elevation was only 164 Feet
above sea level. When I was 32, upon first ascending an elevation
of 6200 feet, I had an excruciating headache.
The eagle thrives and survives with elevation.
The eagle cannot soar on winds of low elevation.
From the high mountain tops, he waits for the wind
that suits him and allows the wind to serve his purpose.
Our lives may begin at very low elevations or even sea level.
But sea level starts is not a reason to be stuck in the sand.
As we ascend the higher elevations, the air becomes thinner.
However, we must not decline to climb because of the pain.
We learn to make adjustments as we would for the cold of winter.
The higher elevations are where there is much to be gained.
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2025
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