These Mountains, They Speak To Me!
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I have often sat here,taking in the view, allowing my breath to slow down as I empty my mind. I let my thoughts slip away, as I focus only on the sounds that surround me. The birds chattering in the trees, the gentle breeze that caresses my skin. These mountains have become so familiar to me, the ridges a part of who I am.
This view is what I turn to, when I feel overwhelmed. There is nothing like the sheer size of these mountains, to ground me and humble me. My life is my own, but it is just one in many that exist in this time and place. They put me in my place, they surround me and nurture me. I feel wild and free when I am up high amongst them, untouchable!
Even now, as I sit at the computer and I write this, those memories fresh in my mind and the sight of one, in my view. I feel humbled, I feel connected. So many emotions flow through me as I think about the energy that they exhale, they many lifetimes they have witnessed and the power they hold.
These are the mountains, that the freedom fighters hid in, when Franco was in power, this is where the last of the rebels came together to make plans and make a stand. This is also where many people were massacred, with their bodies falling into the river below. So many innocence lives lost. These mountains have harbored the dark and the light.
They have seen it all, they were once a part of Africa and up where I walk, the soil is still as red, a testament to their past.I have spend time living next to the sea, close to forests, but I always seem to end up in the mountains. It seems to be where I need to be, where those who wish to make a stand come together!
I think about those men and women that met in the cover of darkness to discuss how they would lead the revolution. How they really risked their lives, by speaking out!
I think of the way the thunder echoes in these mountains, the sound so magnified. Everything is so grand here, larger than life itself. How our lives, reflect the environment that we lay our roots down in. How we become a part of these magnificent natural formations, how they breathe live into us and also quieten us by their sheer presence.
These mountains speak to me, their contours inspire and seduce me!
How blessed I feel, to see their beauty, both from inside my home and when I take myself outdoors. It is hard not to be humbled in their presence.
I am so grateful for the part that they have played in my life and in my healing, how they have helped me expand my mind, when I have felt confided by the restrictions that took hold this past year. Up high, life goes on, their is no law there, only natural law and that is exactly how it should be!
This is where I feel at home, here in the wild! On top of the world, where I can spread my wings, where I can really breathe and be free! This is my sanctuary, it calls to me when I feel overwhelmed and every time these mountains welcome me.
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