Its been a long long time since I hiked that far. The property that used to just be 80 odd square acres now adjoins a couple adjacent purchased lots of land. It took hours and hours and hours. There was snow on the ground and I needed a walking stick for the steep part for the first time in my life. I was grateful for that stick and for the wonderful hippie people who came with me, helping me over barbed wire, teaching me the technique of switching back and forth, and my grandniece who handed me her walking stick, conveniently, moments before the giant hill. I dont remember ever climbing up such a slick grade, certainly not in my current low level of fitness. The hike challenged me physically, but always I felt safe and happy. Once a close close woman in my mothers generation held my hand to support me going down (so I didnt slip.) Many times I did slide onto my bottom, even once when I slid intentionally under another line of barbed wire. My feet frozen and wet rejoiced just to have this wonderful time with old friends. Thank you to anyone who reads this. To my grandnephew who made shadow bodies with me far across the ridge from one to another. He has softened in my eyes, and looks out for the little ones, like my own little nose. What I mean by that is people grow at their own speed. Ten years ago I was running up steep long mountains in the rainforest of Costa Rica, five years ago I shot myself a blunt but loose cannon at several of thee good bucks and does caught up in craziness and wanting to prove myself. I grew up in an introverted family and these people were some of the only people who lacked common blood who seemed safe and equal to us. They went off to become brain surgeons and teachers or sailors. If I had become an architect or farmer I would have felt worthy, but I fell into doubt and sadness about our interconnections and relationships. Now I am more open. I walk behind them, with a stick I wouldnt have without them. And I know I would not make it up this giant mountain without their love. K leads from ahead, some Bilbo and though I follow behind them, I wonder if I could be as sage as Gandolf. Pace was always important to me. My first memory of R was he said I was competitive. I am! I wanted to be the first one in the water and the last one out. I think I will let the little ones take the prize now. I love you all. Thanks for being tolerant of me so far.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 00:15:58 +0000
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