I have had a fear of heights since I can remember, fear or I just didn't like it. The little red wildflowers are called pinks and they like the rock cliff edges above the hollow to put on their spring display. Each year I climb a little higher and I get a little closer to the edge to get a view of the flowers and reinforce a sort of courage to do more and be more. I walked close to the edge and I felt a bit dizzy, I thought to myself, " don't look down" . I needed this time away, the sun always seems to shine a little brighter and feel a warmer as you leave the hollow. I thought that statement was true in many ways, the further I escape spiritually or physically from the hollow, the more energy I gather, an energy that both warms my spirit and guides in a positive direction.I wasn't sure what was more beautiful, the field of Dogwood in bloom or the blue of the sky with those soft cotton clouds which seem to stand still awaiting our dance. I than realized that neither were separate from one another, they were layers, one upon the other. The beauty of the mountians is comparable to a new day of love. You can take the layers away one by one and the changes become a reflection of the steps it takes to grow in love.
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This is one of my get away places where I sit back and take in my surroundings, it is a step away from the rest of the world. It is also a place of confusion as this special place was slightly altered by the actions of a weakened spirit. Takes back the beauty of the hills and creates new memories.
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The beauty transforms the moment life is shared,
thus creating our heaven.


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