After a
long time of absence I went for a walk above the Suikerbossie Restaurant today.
A lot has
happened for me after my return from Germany in January: A shoulder operation
kept me from walking. My mother’s illness, another trip to Germany and the
final loss - my mother died last Saturday. Today I tried to listen what the
mountain is telling me.
It was a
cool and sunny morning with amazing views on the Little Lions head.
Further up I
found this ancient shore, frozen in time.
Looking down I saw a tiny boat
drifting in the sea, like a little speckle in the ocean of eternity. I saw a
picture of the boat carrying a soul to another life.
I saw the life
in cracks. Cracking up what became rigid.
Making a crack and at the same time
using the protection.
Grow out of the crack and at the same time get anchoring
in the ground.
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