Monday, May 08, 2006

Of Heart and Hand

I am never busier that when ambling along a mountain trail – alone. Had I a companion, we would by natural bond interact – pointing out sights of interest, planning the next meal, or adding new rows and colors to an earlier tapestry of discourse. Our focus is drawn to the narrow reach of shared experience, and we are better for it; for we learn best through reflection of thought with another. To be present for another is a hard won attribute, however, for we must then exclude all else – or in our frailty, much of the wonder about us. I choose to walk this path unencumbered by the demands of friendship. Now I can greet strangers with full heart and hand.

A shaft or morning sun has told a mossy log that its time has come. With the swirling mist released in glee, tiny motes of pollen, spores and powdered essence of tree, churn upward in a golden dance, which I by chance have time to see. I wave my hand as if releasing a butterfly, knowing that this silent breeze will distort the amber symphony – and by my passing some of the ancient tree’s rebirth prayer will fall on different ground – and I will be remembered. I place a whistled tune in the bole of a willow tree where another traveler might find it and appreciate it more by the mystery of source – not recognizing it as song, but only as a feather touch of spirit.

Ah yes.


A single step completed – and I am on my way.

2 Comments:

At 4:06 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Vintage, I think! Loved reading this!

 
At 3:46 AM, Blogger Lois said...

Faucon,
To be present for another is a hard won attribute,however, for we must learn to exclude all else...This resonates for me today.
I am knowing this experience at the moment and have been for the past 4 weeks...
Sharing my home with a young 30yr old woman who is in transition and will be moving on this weekend....The daughter of a friend needing a place to seek comfort in,
somewhere to re-juvinate and plan the next part of her life.
I am one who has an open home, to all, as my parents did before me....But the prescence of another restricts my life in more ways than I had imagined...
I love to travel the path ,but with someone I have common thoughts with....Age should not matter,but interests that are so separate as my young friends and mine cause me to feel guilty at times....
I perhaps do not understand the young and their ways,ideas,thoughts,and lack of world knowledge ....this worries me greatly ...they have no interest in what is happening in their own land let alone the other side of the planet.....
I wish to read and they ask me why, because it is all on the T.V...their diet is appaling the issues of their health is non issue , they do not eat vegetables or fruit ,they live for the day,the hour,the minute......I am looking foward to walking alone on my track,on my terms,I want to see beauty when I walk I want to stand in the rain ,I want to weed the garden when it is cold......
I want to be free to do all this without a young woman asking me if I feel ok or am I trying to get away from her company of sitting for 6 hours on a couch watching reality TV.
Give me a path with a chosen friend and I will never again complain.....
Lois(Muse of the Sea) 10.5.06.

 

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