October 12, 2003 THE ABSOLUTE BEAUTY OF MOUNTAIN WALKS AND THE LESSON IT TEACHES
Sunday...This was written on the way up the road to the Tea House from where you can continue down to the Waterfall or up to Triund.....lovely walk.
Sitting in a shady crag of a rock looking over the view in front of me. Five distinct ranges of foothills and mountains spread out before me one after the other. As they grow more distant, the color changes from deep thick forest green to paler green until it is almost silver green in the far distance. The last range seems to be at it's uppermost point above the tree line and brown and barren and off to the left the far mountains grey and snow lined. The lesson here is that just as there is always another mountain to cross, the journey also never ends. There is always a continuation and the only important thing is the journey itself and being aware and alert to all that happens along the way. The delicate mountain flowers-light purple-small white daisy type with yellow center but the white spoked petals are so delicate and thin-butterflies of all colors flitting past-grasshopper-the sound of the cicadas almost a roar at times-the call of the crows, flight of the hawks, blue of the sky with a wisp of a cloud here and there - in the far midst going across the valley more ranges extending as far as the eye can see-ferns, cattails, pines of different varieties, shapes and hues, rhodedondran, and many things I don't recognize by name. Walking for quite awhile in the sun and now the blessed coolness of the forest carresses me again....
Had a wonderful walk and I am surprised anew each time by how deeply I am effected each time I go out on these walks...nothing else to write today....just taking it easy....will be moving into a sunnier room in about a weeks time as my room with no sun is starting to absorb the cold air at night....still OK but in 8 days a sunny room will become available and I will move in.
Comment: Little did I know what the next 8 days would bring!!!
Sitting in a shady crag of a rock looking over the view in front of me. Five distinct ranges of foothills and mountains spread out before me one after the other. As they grow more distant, the color changes from deep thick forest green to paler green until it is almost silver green in the far distance. The last range seems to be at it's uppermost point above the tree line and brown and barren and off to the left the far mountains grey and snow lined. The lesson here is that just as there is always another mountain to cross, the journey also never ends. There is always a continuation and the only important thing is the journey itself and being aware and alert to all that happens along the way. The delicate mountain flowers-light purple-small white daisy type with yellow center but the white spoked petals are so delicate and thin-butterflies of all colors flitting past-grasshopper-the sound of the cicadas almost a roar at times-the call of the crows, flight of the hawks, blue of the sky with a wisp of a cloud here and there - in the far midst going across the valley more ranges extending as far as the eye can see-ferns, cattails, pines of different varieties, shapes and hues, rhodedondran, and many things I don't recognize by name. Walking for quite awhile in the sun and now the blessed coolness of the forest carresses me again....
Had a wonderful walk and I am surprised anew each time by how deeply I am effected each time I go out on these walks...nothing else to write today....just taking it easy....will be moving into a sunnier room in about a weeks time as my room with no sun is starting to absorb the cold air at night....still OK but in 8 days a sunny room will become available and I will move in.
Comment: Little did I know what the next 8 days would bring!!!
posted by Jane @ 9:37 AM
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