Yesterday was International Mountain Day, and I didn’t post about it…on purpose.
No, it’s not because I’ve become suddenly afflicted with a distaste for mountains. They are more a part of my life, work, and passion than ever before. I haven't disavowed my role as Goodwill Ambassador for the United Nations Mountain Partnership or dZi Foundation. I'm as focused on these organizations and their work as ever.
Rather, I didn’t post because I struggle with the idea of “days” for really anything important in our world. Sure, I get the concept: we bring awareness and attention to important causes by having a day dedicated to that cause, a time when a large community can come together to discuss, celebrate, learn, and engage.
But, shouldn’t we celebrate these things every day? If they are important, does not their importance apply 365 days a year, not simply 24 hours per year?
So, indeed, I celebrated mountains yesterday. I hiked in them, reveled in their beauty and their bounty, their immensity and their frailty. I pondered the importance of mountains in all our lives as I read and re-read passages from some of my favorite mountain thinkers like Nan Shepherd and Robert MacFarlane. I worried for our mountains as their glaciers dwindle, their ecosystems struggle, and the people living on their slopes are increasingly challenged to meet basic needs.
And, I’ll do the same today, and tomorrow, and the next day.
Because mountains matter. They matter to me, they should matter to you, they matter to us all, and not just on one day, but every single day.