The mount Luco in solitude
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
It couldn’t have been otherwise. I spent the last 2 months hiking the mountain of the valley I was born and all around the other valleys in the sweet company of my husband, sometimes with my mother, few times with girlfriends, and a lot alone.
I had to complete this wonderful time, of love for nature and its Creator, meditation and prayer, on my own.
I love to trek on my own. Everyone else is skeptical and in fear when I go for a hike in solitude. I am in ecstasy.
Away from the crowd, away even from friends and their drama, away from the nonsense of a prison life, away even from the sound of humans, not to say loud voices of disrespectful tourists.
I love to walk in the most deep forest with a river flowing next to the trek path reminding me at each step of how life is about letting go, and keep trusting the way I unfold.
On the mount Luco there are no river, nevertheless is a mountain very dear to my heart and very difficult to hike. Especially for someone with dramatic and irreversible knees problem. I have no picture of this day, as my beloved husband photographer was sitting on his desk in Amsterdam. I will use the one shot by him few days before, when I was contemplating the beauty of Luco.
I thanked God for having me spent this healing, rejuvenating and most loved time in the mountain. I thank my body, my legs for carrying me for hours at the altitude where the tops meet the clouds, where the eternal snow is shining with the sun kisses.
I thanked each and everyone who has helped me to feel my heart however painfully it has been crying.
I thanked the hermit in me that would rather build a hut on the mountain and stayed there alone then coming down and deal with the duality of life.
Somehow I love to think about Shiva when I am in the mountains. It reminds me of my trekking in India.
I thanked Shiva, the big boss of the Hindu tradition, the Lord of the Lords, to inspire me with the strength of intuition, the uncontaminated vision, the spaciousness of meditation and helped me to carry it down in the valley amongst other human being
However I still prefer to be alone, then surrounded by unnecessary noises. The noises of a chaotic unrested mind and a confused and sorrowful heart. As it seems to be the case with lots of people I know in the valley.
But I guess what “goes up must come down” so I accept the destiny of this moment and surrender to the inevitability of living in a world where also others are sharing the same sky, the same sun, the same beauty and the same pain. If only everyone could lift their eyes and see it, then perhaps there would be more respect for each other, less wars, more joy and gratitude for the gift of being here, alive.
On the way back in the valley from Mt Macaion