Why I Write & What My First Book, Journeys Within, Was About

There aren't many things I'm scared to share about in public, though, if there was one thing- it would definitely be my poetry.

But... here we go:

This is a video about why I write and what my first book, Journeys Within, was about for me.

i didn't realize how fast life was going by
until I took a moment to stop,
until I saw my life in the sounds
of the cars racing over
the highway below

and so I questioned:

why do we rush
why do we feel the pressure
to always be moving
going
chasing
as if it makes us something more
than we are right now

Violet Skies

The clouds hung across the sky like purple lanterns. The light shimmered across the waters like golden ash. There was no holding us back tonight, for as we walked- our fears and our skin, our pains and our longings- everything was on the ground, everything was in the open, as our souls bruised the skies violet with bravery.

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Winter Dreams

You feel it coming with the new morning darkness:

summer is ending,

summer friends are fading,

and the dreams neglected under the sun

are awakening.

They rise and run through the fresh, cool air,

They fall with the altering leaves-

our souls and dreams,

as they step from their graves

into the rhythm of a new season.

With the wind, the Spirit is stirring,

and winter is coming,

but the present human spirit is anything but cold.

If anything it's aflame with vision-

like a flooded night sky,

ablaze with stars and hope.

Winter's purpose is clear:

it's time again for man to dream.

To the one looking for a sign,

and the one quietly waiting for their chance:
 

These are the days you've been awaiting.

These are the days you dreamed would come.

These are the days you'll look back on when everything changed. 

If you too, sense in the night

your day soon approaching-

let this be your sign:

The times burn with destiny.

You'll see it first in the leaves.

With those who are willing,

the Spirit is ready to move.

Shed Skin

It's hard at times, opening your mouth;

Believing you have something to say worth hearing.

Remembering we need each other,

And that at times, others even need you.

       I often wrestle under these thoughts.  And in my searching beneath them, I frequently return to my favorite song by Volcano Choir, called Almanac, for guidance. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-wcu3kfTcY) My favorite part is the end of the bridge, when the tension compiling throughout the album climaxes and crumbles in four words, as he sings the towering line: "Shed skin… for kin." 

     It gets me every time. 

     As does the memory of the interview I once watched of Justin Vernon (the writer and vocalist of Almanac) explaining his take on humanity- and how he believes, "nothing is stronger than us, together.”

     I think it's true.  And I believe he depicts this idea beautifully in this song.  His words remind me that the strength he speaks of is only reached when I, and all of humanity, do what we often find most terrifying- of what he further expresses in the axiom of the second line:

"Shed skin... with kin." 

      Nothing is more terrifying.  And nothing will require more from us. But nothing is more fulfilling than what awaits us on the other side of allowing our skin to fall to the ground into the open arms of another.

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These lines.

The shedding of skin. The shedding of skin with each other,

is everything. 

It's writing and art,

truth and love, 

brotherhood and family,

sobriety and belonging,

the crucifixion and the gospel:
 

"Shed skin, for kin.

Shed skin, with kin." 
 

      It's intimacy, above all.    

      The struggle, though, with coming closer, is the shedding of skin is painfully uncomfortable.  It's vulnerable and terrifying, but for the sake of intimacy, and our longing to be together- hiding must be forsaken, and acceptance must be held tightly for all man, by all men.
     We should accept no other way then together.  We should choose that there is no other way than to shed skin, and accept whatever is found, within each other.  For true, untamed intimacy is reached only when we choose to shed our masks and layers, altogether, and lean into the belief that nothing is stronger than us together.

     So, in writing and in love, in life's joys and amidst my confusion and pain, my fear and insecurity, my sin, shame, and desire to help- I try.

I try to take these words and live them, and when I least feel to the most- to be vulnerable.  I force myself to:
 

"Shed skin...

for kin.
 

Shed skin...

With kin."

Because we're strongest together. 
 

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Remember, we need each other.

Remember, someone needs you.

Shed skin. 

Sky & Ember

The pain stung like sky and ember.
The rising altitude bruised with emptiness.
The loss of breath was like drowning under snow.

You miss it, badly:
Finding your end.

The exhaustion,
The mental suffocation,
Even the pull of black sleep.

What comes next is the best part.
      When the pain starts to sing a little louder between your knees, down your empty lungs, and through your frozen ribs. When it becomes so unbearable you want to give up, but then you remember- this is why you're here.
           The pain, the emptiness, it's all a part of it. The mountaintop is only a bonus.
           So you continue moving forward.  And you take another step. And then another. And countless more into the pain, for as long as it takes, and despite what you feel- for you came to get an answer.  You came to hear the mountain approve of your worth- that you're more than you were, when you first stepped on the mountain.
            And now, thanks to the pain and the misery, again, you have purpose. You have a form of meaning to hold onto. You have something to fight for.

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Again, the end is calling.
You hear it.
And you miss it, badly, -
Pain, agony, and all.

But truly, you know what lies beneath.
Truly, you know what you miss the most:

The serenity of finding what you're made of.

THE MAN I LONG TO BE.

The truth is something I avidly desire, 

the one thing I would give if I had the opportunity to inspire. 

It's everything, the only thing, that I wish to be;

all I would wish for a young man to see.
 

For a man who is pure in word and action,

and honest and sincere regardless of his fear,

rare is this man that I long to see;

and rarer is the man that I long to be-

a man who without hesitation,

lives untamed in who he is.
 

And as for me,

I have no desire to take part in the normality,

in the growing expectation within my society,

for me to become another fictitious, empty man.

For I crave honesty and purity,

the truth, alone;

for the true and pure men are the only free men I know.

So you can take your money, and take your fame-

the drinks, and take me from the girls,

there’s no price on what I wish to be. 

For all I wish is to find that I,

as a man, am enough.

And that I, whether in solitude or crowd,

am secure in and loyal to who I am.

And that I may have the freedom in knowing

and seeing everyday in the mirror 

a true man, 

a free man-

a man who without hesitation

lives untamed in who he is.

Thus is the reason I crave honesty and purity,

the truth alone;

for the true and pure men

are the only free men I know.

And about this true man I long to see,

I promise you,

one day,

this man will be me. 

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Shasta // 6.18.16

I turned over my shoulder to look behind me at the miles and miles and miles of forest and rolling hills and cities in the distance, to find that they'd become nothing more than mere specks under the sky. And then I turned back around and looked before me at the mountain, and over the cliff-faces looking down upon me, on what appeared to be mountains upon a mountain- with cliffs upon its cliffs, and raging canyons and sneering ridges, too, stacked upon themselves atop this seemingly endless mass of rising rock and formation of land. In awe and wonder, I felt so infinitely small and weak.

     And then it hit me. From the emptiness in my legs to the pull of the darkness and fatigue calling out to me, begging for me to collapse and close my eyes in rest, if but only for a second- I could feel it. The reality that the Maker and Mover of everything I was standing upon and everything I now looked over, and everything I've climbed today and had still yet to climb, is with me. Every day. And every step. And that He is infinitely more fierce and more peaceful than I'd ever imagined.

     For though my body was screaming, and the mountain raging, and the canyons roaring, everything was quiet, and everything was pure. Exactly like the Maker of everything I see, and the Father who forever walks beside me, with me, until my end. And then I realized, though I am small and weak, I have nothing, ever, to fear. For what is fear when we truly know who walks beside us... the Maker of the seas and the Mover of Mountains; He is the one we call Abba. He is the one we call Father. And He is with us both now and forever more, until the end...

Oh, what a creation he has made, and to think- I have seen only the beginning.

- THE PROLOGUE OF JOURNEYS WITHIN -

A journal excerpt from January 16th, 2016:

        Amidst my merriment in hiking through the snow and splendor in watching the flurries fall through the fog like a thousand glistening feathers, a familiar array of questions began to surface.
          While hiking I often wonder what it is I’m chasing, and why I continuously wish to be outside hiking and pushing up a mountain- especially when the conditions are as cold and wet as today.  Is it the mountains I crave or is it something more?  Maybe, I am chasing mountains?   Or maybe, I’m chasing something within- a lingering hunger that my daily life back home has failed to satisfy?  I believe it’s both.
        There are few things in life that I’ve found more fulfilling than a successful mountain trek.  There’s something alluring about outlasting the unexpected and surviving the flood of emotions that a mountain forces upon you- the pains from blisters and cold hands, the displeasure of wet socks and slushy boots, the unavoidable failures, unexpected changes, and the strange bliss of going lost.  It's the cycle of surviving the wild and returning- the opportunity to repeatedly see how much more my body and soul can endure that makes the wilderness such a horrifically invigorating and addictive place.  This longing to be tested and the opportunity to fight for something is why I'm out here again today.

        I believe those who regularly return to the outdoors realize they desperately need the very discomforts, pains, risks, and sudden changes that so many try to avoid in the western world.  In the wilderness you can’t run from change and hardship.  You face them, whether you want to or not.  And in facing your fears and pain, you discover everything you’ve longed for.  The wilderness, like the soul, holds secrets and treasures that are only found by those who pass through and endure further than they believed possible.  I wonder what humanity would be if all emotions and needed experiences were as unavoidable as they are out here?
            I’ve found the wilderness’ most treasured endowments hide in the violent feelings and impetuous situations that it forces onto us.  I appreciate that there’s never an immediate escape out here.  No one is hiding.  No one is seeking instant gratification.  There’s no alcohol to momentarily numb pain, women to divert us from loneliness, and screens to distract us from what we could find in the silence. That’s what makes the wilderness so invigorating- it forces you to feel.  And I’ve learned the further I allow myself to feel my pains and fears, exert myself physically, and push through them, the more deeply I feel alive and free; and the greater I appreciate my experiences in the end.
       For too long I ran from situations that could lead to pain and discomfort, and failed to realize that the life I longed for could only be found in traveling through the things I was running from.  The wilderness has shown me that freedom often lies on the other side of pain, the significance and success I look for rises in overcoming failure, and the desire to feel untamed waits for me beyond the edge of my comfort.
        Therefore, I don’t come out here to run or escape.  I come out here to feel alive.  I come out here to find myself.  I come out here to repeatedly test and push myself against the wilderness both around me and within me, because I’ve learned that I need both equally to continue to grow and evolve, and most importantly, to feel alive. 

There’s no questioning in these woods- I’m awakened.
In these mountains and pushing through my pains and exhaustion, I grow.
And on this trail,
I feel free.

That is why I return.
 

Home is fatal,

And staying in my comforts, a poison.

I’m jumping over my fences,

I'm running into the woods.

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I wish to find myself lost in a wilderness.

I long to get out, but I know not how,

And I know not where to begin; though

 I would guess my journey probably starts within...

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Take the passage yourself in my new book, Journeys Within:

Journeys Within Update #2

Man, it’s a crazy feeling holding a copy of your own book in your hands... It’s surprisingly heavy. Not so much the book, though, but the moment, the words. It feels like you’re holding a part of your own soul in your hands. It feels like finished dreams.

I can’t express how relieving it is being done, and to see that it's everything I envisioned it would be and more. That I can read through the pages and still feel as if all the work, hours, and late nights that I put into this were worth it; to know there’s nothing left I can give... and that I can genuinely say it’s the best work I can produce, art I can create, and art I believe in.

I’m excited to share this one.

The book is set to be launched on March 23rd and pre-orders are available today on my website @ www.joshhuth.com/journeyswithin. I’m waiting for the first shipment of books to come in now, and if they arrive earlier than they’re projected to (which I think they will) I’ll send the pre-orders out as soon as they arrive.

(…..oh man. this is getting real. and a bit terrifying. here we go…)