The patterns always repeat themselves. I can see it almost literally. The beginning is always difficult, it takes time to arrive into anything new.
I start to remember why I do this, cycling around by myself, for those fragile moments.
Sandra welcomes me into her home. The few times we saw each other so far have already been a fusion of inspiration. But we seem to take it even further. The days pass by with walks through flower fields and fairylands. Coffee and muffins in the sun. We play mermaids in the mountain lakes. We eat chocolate bananas and strawberries at the river.
Wearing only her clothes, because mine are all drying on the washing line. Until I suddenly remark that none of us wears not even a pinch of black. Or when we look at each other suddenly perfectly matched in colours, accidentally. When we start laughing we can barely stop. And when we walk in silence there is no lac of words.
The little wonders and coherences.
When we agree enthusiastically that this fountain has the best water in the world. Behind the fountain, an immense rock reaches up into the sky like a wall. It is the beginning of the 2800Meter Mountain piling up. Somewhere in there must be the spring of that endless water flow.
The unexpected discoveries.
When I arrive in the Center of the village. The wooden bares one dry patch, for me to drink my morning coffee. The same guy who comes back a few times, with lovely words, chocolate and an encouraging goodbye at last.
The conversations and encounters.
When I revisit and nothing changed. Reassuring in a way. And I love to see and hear all these different people talking about their lives. There are so many ways to life by. And no matter how far away my reality might be from theirs. Nearly each conversation leaves me with one remark, that inspires me with new ideas.
Goodbyes and Hellos.
Sometimes I barely get to spend five minutes on my own. And each goodbye tears me apart with emotions, it doesn’t get easier. And yet with each time I am excited to go back to myself, my life, my bike and the mountains.
These rivers, melted snow splashing over the bare rocks.
Just dipping my hands into the water hurts, that’s how cold it is. An endless flow of melting snow. I take of my clothes and suddenly the icy wind doesn’t bother me any longer. I am sitting in the little pool over 2000meters high. Clouds and snow and bare earth around me. And it feels like this huge mountain is hugging me, gently and raw.
I am still scared and excited, but slowly there is a flow that is taking over. It washes away all the strong feelings and leaves behind a deep and solid sense of trust. More often than not I find myself accepting whatever circumstances I am in.
Each night when I fall asleep, I fall in love a little deeper with everyone and everything I passed that day. Without projecting that love on anything else than just life itself.
That’s what this is all about.
Thank you for passing by, enjoy your week!
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