further up & farther in. After the seventh year of High Countries, I no longer felt like I was publishing almost-anonymous words into somewhere .. out “there.” Instead, I was increasingly aware of the real people reading my real heart, and it was slightly terrifying. It silenced me; I didn’t know how to write if it wasn’t deep, guttural, new. But the idea of any ole’ blog has never inspired me to dig into myself and mine new thoughts — so year eight? I’m going for guts.