Lessons from a mountainside
Well, today of course I had to dedicate my blog post to all things Welsh – the place that will always be home. If you’ve never been then put it on your bucket list :-). If you’re looking for a spiritual getaway then climb up a beautiful mountain – it will at least get you nearer to Heaven – or make you fit. Either way – it’s a good thing to do. That is unless, of course, you have a heart attack or take a tumble and then you might get closer to your maker sooner than anticipated.
I climbed a local mountain once to raise money with my school – it was wet, cold and I was dressed in a rather fetching bin sack. Not my most pleasant memory I have to admit. In fact let’s make that two memories of feeling cold, wet and miserable. The second involved the first and last time I went to Guide Camp. Yet more drenching rain, fog, freezing cold lake swimming and endless peeling of potatoes in a wreck of a farm out house – on top of a mountain. It was horrific.
Oh and a third mountain disaster… PA took a wrong turn and end up driving into a quarry – whilst the sirens were going, indicating we were about to be blasted to smithereens. Needless to say we did a quick U-turn.
Thinking about it, considering my numerous mountain encounters, it can’t be bad that only 3 turned out like this.
When you’re on top of the world, the bigger picture opens up. Small thing fade into insignificance. The overall beauty smooths out the rough paths and offer a new perspective. Rain or shine – it doesn’t matter. Even the fog will clear at some point if we are patient.
Mountains could teach us a lot?