Saturday, September 8, 2012

Old Pain and real Pain


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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