Today is a
beautiful spring morning. I got to the forest early, walking up just before
sunrise.
The sun
rises, lights up the mountain as the moon sets.
The night goes and a new day
comes.
The new
sunlight illuminates the forest in golden light.
The forest
talks to me in its own way. As I walked up I am full of old memories and old
pain.
I stop at
the hollow tree where the wild bees live. I always wanted to take a photo of
the busy bees flying in and out. They were full of activity in the golden morning
sun. Trying to take a close up photo I got stung twice. Burning pain flooded my
brain and body. Not in thought but very real. I was stung to reality.
On the
contour path I saw this small tree between the rocks in the middle of the path.
It is closed
in by rocks, trampled on, bent and twisted in pain. However I know from my own
experience: Rocks can be rolled away and well trodden paths can be redirected.
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