Obsticulating

Looking up was perhaps the hardest thing I had to do. The mountain seemed impossible and I knew the strength just wasn’t in my body to climb it. So many hurdles stuck out of its sides like love handles on overweight meat suits. I didn’t want the journey, nor had I the energy to push myself. Glancing down I looked at the plastic spoon in my backpack and decided instead to just sit down with calm and slowly dig the ground from beneath the mountain spoon by spoon until I could free it from its obstruction in my path.

It took me awhile of Sundays and just about every other day of the weeks that came. Eventually I had removed the entire foundation on which the mountain was resting. I finally stood with the last of the determination I had left and with a sore bottom from sitting through the choices, I pushed as hard as I could, watching the mountain toppled upside down. As I exhaled the last of the past, the mountain sank into the earth as if to renew itself. I used the only resource I had left to fill the crater in front of me. As the rain of tears began to fill the void I noticed the lake in front of me was beautiful and coming into its own.

The waking began at my toes as the waters edge began to move upwards. Soon the path before me was one familiar and I struck out with relief and homecoming. Turning onto my back I floated offering no resistance and watched the clouds perform naturally and the birds windmill into the future. When I reached what would have been the peak of the mountain, now upside down, I took to the depths and finally made it to it’s peak. It was filled with treasures of understanding and promise I wouldn’t have found had determination not found a way and belief not lifted each spoon.

Now I sneeze a garden and watch inspiration unfurl with the warmth of a sunrise. All around the lake are trees that wave me in at night as the moon watches over me like a loving father. Sometimes the breeze sends fragrances into my nose to tell me stories of romance in the evening calm. I’ve even been inside the sounds of nature to feel the notes vibrate into music. Now at this point your thinking she must have had some mighty strong coffee this morning………not really, just an average mornings musing bitten in the butt by surreal pondering.

Good Morning and I hope your day is lived beyond the boundaries where Art is alive and obsticulating…:))

Obsticulating

Donna19

Joined May 2011

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