Mountains

An angel, who’s hovered in and out of my life for over 20 years, dragged me… at the tail end of my first episodic episode - to the ledge - of a tall, beautiful cliff… high in the mountains.  Together we scanned the valleys and the hills below and beyond… all of which - painted in grey-shade blues and greens - repeating exponentially and stretching as far as the eyes can see.   

In the vast - a discovery… swinging left and right - a pendulum, of sorts, the months passing.  In that moment on the ledge, and through the haze of yesterdays, that same angel, the hovering one, transforms effortlessly into a dazzling, brilliant display of ‘love oneself’ - casting long shadows over the valleys and hills below and beyond… repeating, exponentially… compassionate patterns… stretching as far as the eyes can see.