We hiked a "moderate" hike yesterday, that ended up being harder than expected… fatigue took over at the end and my knees seized up, but I was more concerned about an older lady who we helped with an ace bandage, she was in pretty bad shape. We found a park worker on the way toward the parking lot and he went back up to help her out and call fish and game. It reminded me of a story a 14 year old student shared in an art class I was teaching years ago about how a single butterfly's wing movements can change the weather… how we as individuals through small acts of kindness can be a force of goodness and change. I'm sore today and we'll do something easier (ha, ha) but I am not missing a minute of this beautiful opportunity to hike and love the great outdoors. As I was coming down the mountain and my knees were searing with pain, I just kept saying to myself, I am Sally Siegel's daughter, I am strong and courageous, I can do anything! (My Mom is the most courageous, push through, make your life meaningful, live and love each moment, person I know!) Incidentally, the woman on the trail who was injured was also named Sally and had red hair like my mother. I prayed and practice metta for her and everyone still up on the mountain, it was very slippery. Offering prayers of wellbeing for others helped me to get to the bottom. It is amazing how loving thoughts for others take your mind of your own suffering and expands your heart, eases your breath, relaxes muscles, gives strength. Faith is a powerful force.