Walking into the Temescal Canyon this afternoon I surrendered to the silence that always awaits when you first enter. Crossing over into its arms its no wonder many come in different longings leaving the city behind and as I climbed further into it looking through the branches on the side of the path with the sensation that other creatures or spirits were indeed present. This hike is all uphill taking your breath away until you reach the overlook and the ocean and city sorrounds the canyon. I come often here because the body claims it...I love the city but this connection is necessary.
During the walk so many things came to me from the past, recent scenes and faces. The purging of its emotional attachments and in that mood there was also some sense of regret for years where the glimpse of this awareness taking place today could not surface at all. So I began to feel gratitude and the exchange today is much richer in that for each moment where certain realization where not possible at the time, today each second or moment is filled to the rim for each of those years so after all there is a much greater exchange and it certainly balances itself.
As I left the canyon it was dark and I could barely see the road. There was a certain fear felt within, being alone with nothing but shadows coming through. The cold was entering into the night and a few souls were still entering for a walk. I thought how brave to go into this canyon in the dark where the faces were no longer relevant only silhouttes passing by.
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