In the still rhythm of walking, I could hear the mountain guiding me.
‘Take a staff,’ it said. ‘This will steady you.’
I had forgotten to pick one up from the big basket as I left, so I needed to search amongst the trees. The mountain had a staff ready and waiting (not one of the soft punga trunks in this photo, but a tough kanuka pole),
and it was true, the staff gave me steadiness as the path ascended steeply and at times it was hard to find a foothold.
‘Pause to notice what’s here’, said the mountain. Native flowers are quiet, not flamboyant. They are mostly white, because of being pollinated by moths at night. I paused, and discovered rangiora about to burst into flower.
‘Lifted high above dwellings and roads, bushes and tree tops, up in the realm of bird song, pause to drink in a new perspective.’
To descend from such a height is sometimes more challenging than to ascend. In my next post, I will tell you how the mountain guided me, and what I found. But for now, dear reader, we have climbed enough. Take a rest with me, and enjoy the view.