A new path - Vlakkenberg 2

In my meditation this morning I had this deep feeling of loneliness. 

It was a grey morning full of sadness. 

I followed my feelings and went for a walk up the Vlakkenberg, opening my senses, and willing to listen to what this mountain has to say.

This walk starts with a lot of steps full of rough stones. Hard to walk, unpleasant step by step. There is a fence on either side of the steps. Razor wire keeping me restricted. I see the sun rising through the wire. The warmth is so far away.

Along the way an old tree trunk. Remainder of a twisted life full of old ghosts, haunted and full of pain.

A spiders web collected a thousand tears.

A broken pebble reminds me of an ancient stream. The water gone millions of years ago, embedded in stone it is waiting to be washed out again. 

I step over a trickle of life giving water. Fresh green springs from the tears.

I see life protected, sheltered by the rocks. I see a new and fertile land in the distance.

I see a new path leading the way up.

I carried on walking and it turned out to be a long walk through fynbos full of birds.