As I ascend the steep hill, sweeping bag and forth among the switch-back trail, I see the foggy mist condense and a chill seeps through my jacket. The beauty of it stuns my aching lungs, nearly taking my breath away. Water streams down the side of this tall hill, I haven’t been able to find its source. It comes pouring over the edge of rocky ledges and crashes down just the other side of the trail. Nearly an hour of this climb goes by and I finally reach the top. Looking out over the edge I cannot see anything, but for this magical mist which envelopes the tops of trees as they reach for the sun.
The sun is obscured from view for it lies behind this fog. I know it is there, I have flown before, so I visualize it above the clouds shining so beautifully, working diligently to evaporate the haze which covers the land. Aaahhhh, I breathe deeply of this fresh and cold air, turning, I begin to descend.
Rain begins, I feel its droplets hit the top of my hat, my eyeglasses become foggy. I take them off, for they are actually only for distance, I do not need to wear them to see this beauty. The journey down the hill takes less time than the ascension, much like life perhaps. To gain knowledge of any kind requires a focused effort, tireless pushing forth into the unknown. To relax back into the known is an easy hush as one might rest into it.
Below once more I see the water as it streams. It has crossed under the pavement, called highway, which people drive upon to get past. So many go right by, never knowing what is up there. I squat near the stream and feel it with my hand. It is cold, so fresh and clean to see, I wish I could drink it, I wish I dare … next time I go I will have a bottle with filter so that I can.
Years ago, in the 70’s and 80’s, it was possible to drink these fresh waters. I did so for 8 years, never once becoming ill. Today though, there are so many toxins which seep into the soils one doesn’t dare. Oh … for those days to be once more. I hope one day the young people will have this experience, for it births in a person something no other experience can. It is a union with nature like no other, drinking of the earths nectar, having it course through the body.
This is what “Tree Huggers” and “Water Protectors” fight for. For they (we) know the bounty here, which has nothing to do with money. It is a sacred union with all that life is. A harmonizing of the mind happens here, a release of the garbled, dense darkness which attaches itself to the energy body. It heals the soul, the spirit.