When light brightens your path, then, why not look, feel and follow?

Sunday January 25^th 2009: Rain and a grey thick cloud with no visible edges in any direction and it seemed to have parked there, just right above me, and not wanting to move. “Pick up some positive thinking! Where?” I said and asked myself at the same time. I ate my breakfast while the rain was pouring down outside and I just couldn’t find any decent reason at all to go out for a walk. I just didn’t want to.

However, two hours later I found myself at the entry of that same cliff path as yesterday and as all the other days before that. The rain had stopped and I couldn’t see any reason why? Still the sky was all grey and sulky. This time the bus had taken me on a Sunday tour through many more parts of this island’s very narrow and winding roads and it got me all lost in both mind and orientation. The bus stopped and I just sat there staring at a sign I didn’t recognize. As the bus started up again and continued its journey, I realized that that was my stop. “Ting-a-ling” and I got off at the following stop and walked my way back.

My mood entering the path was low even though the rain had ceased, but my body expelled those negative feelings completely. I felt in shape. My legs, lungs, well, my whole bodily me felt joy despite the weather. It was some time ago since I had felt my body this way. I entered the path with ease and the first long uphill passage I barely noticed, but in spite of that, I didn’t hurry. Expectations? I had none. Feeling the air in my lungs, like breathing without any strain at all, was wonderful. Every step, up or down didn’t matter, it was all joy and I almost forgot my mission, that serious talk with Mr. Stone from yesterday’s adventure.

Yesterday’s perfect weather conditions had probably tempted many more people walking, running or what ever on the path, and when I found myself at the top of that long winding concrete stair entering the path where Mr. Stone was supposed to be waiting for me, Mr. Stone was gone. I went there wondering and I found him having been tipped over the edge. But he hadn’t fallen far; we still were able to connect.

“Hello love” Mr. Stone greeted me with joy in his voice.

“Hi” I short answered back and in the same joyful manner I had been greeted.

Mr. Stone was obviously on his way and somehow I felt by the tone of his voice that I didn’t want to know anymore. Gay or not, I just felt I loved him anyway.

“Can a stone have a soul?” I wondered

“Well yes, I would like to think it can!” I heard myself answering back.

There are other things, apart from gender, that can make us and why not a stone feel alive. The joy of meeting a friend, being able to enjoy a friend, what ever gender, spices or material, I just felt harmony being there with him. And even how stupid this may sound, I felt Mr. Stone’s presence. I don’t know how or why, but I just did.

As I turned my back and was about to leave, there was light lighting up the trail for me and I felt warmth coming up from behind. And when I turned, I saw the sun shining through a tiny hole in that still all grey, thick and sulky sky. Like a lens that hole gathered beams from all over and light was now flooding, but only on me and Mr. Stone. There was no other light in any other direction.

I’m a realist, but this I felt kind of spooky. Nowhere else there were holes in the sky. It was like the sky had opened up just for us and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. And what are the chances of a single stone placing itself right before me on a path like that? I didn’t know.

That was a spooky feeling and a feeling I won’t forget, but it didn’t make me scared or anything, instead I felt pleased. Mr. Stone had provided me with an answer saying far more than words can ever say, and that sign of affection or what ever it was I won’t forget, it touched my heart. Sometimes friendship with anyone or whatever, makes gender and sexual attraction secondary. That light that insight, I felt once more confirmed the bonds my wife Marianne and a share.

Who ever you are or where ever your path may lead, I won’t forget you Mr. Stone. I love you.