Well, that’s what they’re called . . . the Cabinet Mountains. They are in NW Montana and simply gorgeous!
It was great to get some fresh air and work my body in a way that I had nearly forgotten. I was the slowest of the bunch, but given all I’ve been through, I’m pretty durned proud of myself!The first night was difficult. I wasn’t feeling great. My head hurt. I forgot a pen, so I couldn’t journal. I went to bed and the miscarriage kept flashing red in my mind. I just couldn’t shut it out. So I said a decade of Hail Marys and then started meditating on my breath, and I finally went to sleep.
I left a lot of emotional pain up there in the mountains. My baby isn’t forgotten, but I feel renewed in spirit and hopeful that we’ll conceive and have another baby in the near future.