A Reflection

I have returned from my perch in the mountains where I have spent the last few days walking, thinking and reflecting.

There were no footprints in the snow where I was, indicative perhaps that I had no route to follow and that I exercise thought when stepping. It did cross my mind that maybe I was not to make any either. Reflecting upon this for a while I did not move until the answer became clearer. Knowing I was drawn there for a reason, to make one of those big inner leaps of enlightenment.

To me....that there were no footprints symbolized the future, no routes yet travelled and only wide expanse of possibility and potential. By choosing to stay put I would not have reached my perch nor experience the beauty which lay further on down the trail. The thought entered my mind that by not proceeding I would be turning my back on this special place, indicating I did not desire nor need it anymore. Immediately tears welled up in my eyes because I know what it has meant to me in the past and the messages it has delivered in helping me walk this planet. At the same time I knew that if I proceeded my footprints would be forever more registered there, providing indication I need it. Somewhere deep inside I felt a nudge, my soul was looking at my heart with a serious face.

Later I reached a painful recognition that I had to proceed...to submit and walk because I needed it. To let go and with the hopes of tomorrow trundle onward. One foot ahead of the other I walked down into the trail, past the familiar pines until finally I reached my perch. Once there I crouched and picked up some snow bringing it to my lips and tasted it. Savouring it. No sunshine, no rainbows and no wind I immediately knew that a unique moment had arrived. I was brought here in the dead of winter, with no colour or growth because I was to shake hand's within myself. I was alone.

The wind picked up after a short while and when I finally made my way back up to the point I began I looked back...there were few if any visible footprints as the northern winds had covered them. It was as if I had experienced what was needed without a sign I had disturbed the area. My spirit had entered, spoken and left without a trace. Yet again, this is why my perch is a magical place.