We’ve lived in Lysekloster for almost exactly a year. A couple of weeks ago I finally took a walk up the mountain behind us.
Well, calling it a “mountain” is stretching it — where I walked to is probably only about 50 to 100 meters higher than where we live now. But I had to walk part way down our section of this landscape 100 meters above the fjord, along the main road, and then start the journey up. Mobility issues make it a little more of an effort to go, but also so much more appreciated when I’m out there!
Peaceful and quiet, no other hikers on the trail, with glimpses of spring around me, it was also a journey into my thoughts. I went alone — MacKenzie’s mournful labrador face watching me put on my shoes and hiking pants and jacket, but not give her the signal that she was going to join me, caused me just a *little* bit of guilt. Out alone, I was able to focus on the bird sounds, trees, rocks, tiny streams snaking through those rocks, solidness of the mountain path, and glimpses of the fjord as that path angled and meandered.
At one point I realized I was level with our house, and through a break in the trees I could see into my office window. I called Jan to have him come out so I could wave at him.
Through photos, come and join me on my walk!
Unlike my unexpected discoveries walk a few days earlier, you can see that this one wasn’t overwhelmingly visually beautiful. But that’s ok; the promise of spring in the air, the freshness of the pine trees and streams, and even the muddy ground near that “perspectives” greenery (that got my socks wet and almost stole my shoes!) combined with my thoughts and emotions made it a delightful few hours.
How about you? When do you find yourself most at home with your own thoughts?
(Here is where this part of the world is located on the map.)