A place of healing.....

[Guest guest]

This journey we go through reminds me of climbing a mountain. In the

beginning I was fueled and excited about the new surroundings (the

truth) and eagerly climbed the mountain because I could no longer

live in the village (foo). I breathed in the fresh air of clarity

each day and didn't notice how far I had climbed. The path was still

full of familiar things and sprinkled with new things too. But as the

days passed my surroundings became more new than old and the hills

became more steep and the new surroundings that once fueled me with

enthusiasm began to look unfamiliar instead of reassuring and for the

first time on the journey I stopped and looked back. But the place

from which I came didn't looked familiar either. From where I now

stood it looked completely different and I knew that it would never

look the same, never be the same. It was forever changed to me. I had

reached the point of no return. I was at the highest point, the

longest yard. The path behind me was gone and the path ahead unclear,

but the path ahead holds a warm glow just over a hill in the

distance, but disappears if I try too hard to see it. But I feel it.

That is where I am now. Sitting upon that hill and feeling it for

what it is, sacred ground. It is a place to rest before journeying

ahead. A place to lay down those illusions of the past and a place to

gently feel the acceptance of what never will be again. It is a place

of healing and a place of hope.

[Guest guest]

cre8within wrote:

> This journey we go through reminds me of climbing a mountain. In the

> beginning I was fueled and excited about the new surroundings (the

> truth) and eagerly climbed the mountain because I could no longer

> live in the village (foo). I breathed in the fresh air of clarity

> each day and didn't notice how far I had climbed. The path was still

> full of familiar things and sprinkled with new things too. But as the

> days passed my surroundings became more new than old and the hills

> became more steep and the new surroundings that once fueled me with

> enthusiasm began to look unfamiliar instead of reassuring and for the

> first time on the journey I stopped and looked back. But the place

> from which I came didn't looked familiar either. From where I now

> stood it looked completely different and I knew that it would never

> look the same, never be the same. It was forever changed to me. I had

> reached the point of no return. I was at the highest point, the

> longest yard. The path behind me was gone and the path ahead unclear,

> but the path ahead holds a warm glow just over a hill in the

> distance, but disappears if I try too hard to see it. But I feel it.

> That is where I am now. Sitting upon that hill and feeling it for

> what it is, sacred ground. It is a place to rest before journeying

> ahead. A place to lay down those illusions of the past and a place to

> gently feel the acceptance of what never will be again. It is a place

> of healing and a place of hope.

Exactly. And beautifully put.

And at the end of the trail is peace.

- Edith