Mountains, The HealerTalking about mountains is hard—because there’s just too much to say. If I had to describe them in one word, it would be this: medicine. Mountains are the world’s best drug. And I say that with certainty—because they’re my drug. Every time I go to the mountains, they welcome me like a long-lost son. Standing at their edge feels like standing proudly next to a mother who raised you strongly. Lying down on the grass, it’s like resting in the safest place on Earth—held gently in a mother’s arms.My first visit to the mountains was when I was