Yesterday I wrote about my mountain climbing adventure (mountain climbing, hill climbing, whatever, it's all semantics). As Paul Harvey used to say, "And here's the rest of the story..."
With my fear of heights and my fear of snakes whistling through my mind, I stood my ground. My feet firmly planted at the summit, I waited for the voices in my head to quiet down. As I stood there, reminding myself to breath, I looked out at the view and took note of the breeze against my cheek. I decided to continue on; As I came over the crest of the hill I noticed a country road on the other side. I have lived in the same place for 5 years and never knew this road existed. There was a touch of magic in this discovery. I walked down the road and back, passing a friendly looking woman who smiled and said, "Hello."
At this point, I was a little confused about how to get home. I was pretty sure that I would not be able to descend the hill the same way I came up (unfortunately, I left my repelling equipment at home). Just then, I saw the woman I passed on the road ahead of me. I knew she would lead me home. I started to follow her. As I followed, I noticed a hawk overhead, it's shadow circling me on the ground. I experienced a sense of connection to the hawk, to the hills, to the grass, to the air around me. I felt connected and whole. I felt safe.
The woman did lead me home via a gently sloping hidden trail. It turns out that she lives two house down from me. It's nice to have a guardian angel in the neighborhood.
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