Path up the mountain
Boundaries, walls, lines, fences and cubicles. I could never see myself "making a boundary" to keep someone out or at a distance. Like working in a cubicle looking up at the sky, no windows. What kind of boundary is that?
A mountain looking out over the surrounding valleys is how I like to visualize my relationship with other humans. Even at the lower levels of the mountain the atmosphere is not that much different from the valley and the slope is easy. Most people can get this far, there are still groves of trees and nice meadows to walk through.
A little further up, the forest is thick and the side of the mountain is steep. Still there are no large rocks but it is very quiet and you could get lost for a while if you don't stay close to me. Remember, this is my mountain.
Go a little further up though and the incline is very sharp and craggy. There are still many trees and shrubs but they are smaller, and thinner. I'll have to show you the paths now, they're not that apparent. Now you can see the valleys clearly. The farms and barns with silos, the small quiet towns, the river and road following along the bottom. You can also see why all these things are where they are. Right where they're supposed to be. A small group can come up at a time but any more would be too hard to handle.
Now it gets really steep. It took me a long time, (I have even climbed a few other mountains before I realized someone else had already staked out that mountain), and there is only one path. Only one other is allowed at this level at a time but she knows the path well and is welcome just about anytime. The view from here is as far as sight itself. We can see the curvature of the earth and the tops of clouds. We can even see a small plane flying, from above!
Now just a few steps up is my place. It's pretty cold here when the wind blows but I have my favorite valley to look down and a few old things from when I was a kid to hold and ponder. There are no trees to block the view and I can sit here for hours, (I always bring a Thermos of black coffee). Sorry, there just is not any room for anyone else here.
Then there is the peak. I have been there but came back down quickly, there seems to be a specific time to climb those last few steps and it is far to easy. I will know the time when it comes and go up gladly.
A mountain looking out over the surrounding valleys is how I like to visualize my relationship with other humans. Even at the lower levels of the mountain the atmosphere is not that much different from the valley and the slope is easy. Most people can get this far, there are still groves of trees and nice meadows to walk through.
A little further up, the forest is thick and the side of the mountain is steep. Still there are no large rocks but it is very quiet and you could get lost for a while if you don't stay close to me. Remember, this is my mountain.
Go a little further up though and the incline is very sharp and craggy. There are still many trees and shrubs but they are smaller, and thinner. I'll have to show you the paths now, they're not that apparent. Now you can see the valleys clearly. The farms and barns with silos, the small quiet towns, the river and road following along the bottom. You can also see why all these things are where they are. Right where they're supposed to be. A small group can come up at a time but any more would be too hard to handle.
Now it gets really steep. It took me a long time, (I have even climbed a few other mountains before I realized someone else had already staked out that mountain), and there is only one path. Only one other is allowed at this level at a time but she knows the path well and is welcome just about anytime. The view from here is as far as sight itself. We can see the curvature of the earth and the tops of clouds. We can even see a small plane flying, from above!
Now just a few steps up is my place. It's pretty cold here when the wind blows but I have my favorite valley to look down and a few old things from when I was a kid to hold and ponder. There are no trees to block the view and I can sit here for hours, (I always bring a Thermos of black coffee). Sorry, there just is not any room for anyone else here.
Then there is the peak. I have been there but came back down quickly, there seems to be a specific time to climb those last few steps and it is far to easy. I will know the time when it comes and go up gladly.
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