In old ancient fairytales we meet them and in real life too, sometimes.
Thursday January 22nd 2009: Yesterday’s cliff walk was a hit. I really felt it deep in my soul and in my legs. In spite of that and in line with what I decided yesterday, I found myself at the starting point of the cliff path that would take me back to town once more. Okay, I’m on a diet trying to lose
The bus stopped and I got off. YES, the air and everything just felt right. Cloudy okay, but the sun was there seeking contact and I felt very much welcome by the tiny beams breaking through. The steps down to the cliff path I entered in grace. Well not quite so really, I did feel some restrain in my legs from yesterday’s adventure walking the path and now, just walking down these spread out stairs, did muster some efforts. Well stubborn me, I didn’t care, I was going to enjoy this walk once more, no matter what.
I took my time resting now and then and I really enjoyed every minute of it. This was not a race that I had to win. Keeping fit, I didn’t bother that much really, not here and not now anyway. This was about me and nature and I felt it coming.
Not far along the path there was this stone right in the middle of the path. It hadn’t been there the day before; I was sure about that, so it must have shown up some time since yesterday.
“Hello”
“Hello” I answered back, without a soul in sight in either direction along the path.
“Pleasant weather, don’t you think, even though it’s wet, having rained all night?”
“Yes, I heard the rain patter on my apartment windows and it was windy too I believe.” I answered looking around a bit and without moving my lips or actually saying anything.
I didn’t need to move my lips saying anything. That stone on the path couldn’t talk, I knew that, but it wasn’t there for no reason, at least not in my mind anyway. Nature can have this impact on you if you are willing to receive, and I definitely was. I realized that the stone must have fallen from above sometime in between me walking there yesterday and now and the question was “Enemy or Friend?” Well if enemy, the stone would have fallen on my head, so friend it must be.
“Yes it did rain a lot, but rain feeds us, doesn’t it?”
I just had to agree. It was cloudy and sometimes I could feel the drizzling rain when the sun got lost behind a cloud. That stone laid there in the middle of the path right in the open, like for the first time breaking lose and showing itself. The cliffs high above and the steep slopes were alive and changing and even if slow, they were changing and this stone was the definite proof of that.
“Where do you come from?” I asked curiously, as if not knowing.
“Oh, I don’t come from, I have always been here from the very beginning and now finally I’m on my way.”
I stayed there for a while chatting with my new friend Mr. Stone. Yes, I very much would like to call him Mr. That suits him the way he approached me. He was kind, approving and he seemed to enjoy my appearance there on the path. Oh yes, a gentleman he was, that’s for sure.
It’s strange how small things can trigger big thoughts. And I don’t mean those big thoughts changing the world or anything, but it certainly added to my well-being in a very pleasant way. I like tales and I enjoy these innocent fairytales as they have so much to say, if you are open and want to listen that is. But as adults, do we walk the path or is it all just about exercise, something we force ourselves to do as fast as possible and without thinking. The openings are there and I enjoy exploring them. Even though I left Mr. Stone, saying goodbye after a while, he in spirit walked by my side to town as a companion, a part of nature he is as we all are. And yes I liked him and I will go there tomorrow again, hoping he liked me too.
