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chain in the "Before". |
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Jump, author of the post below, in an old photo taken at Gemona. Thank you Jump! |
Sali
(Jump, strong climber for a moment)
deep blue sky today. The light is crystal clear that the days of winter swept by the descendants of Aeolus, the light that let the thought go along with the look and go running away in the meadows of Spring. The rock wall, fair in its majesty, seems to welcome you in an almost maternal embrace. The smell of deep moss invested by the rays of the sun revives memories and images from near and far. Do not force and strength, not rise and fly, but lightness and balance, respect and harmony, giving and hope. The body struggles to awaken from winter slumber and try to grow on the rock is wet of the night passed. They are simple gestures, almost caresses and attentions minute. There is no shortage holds, supports, cracks, crevices and opportunities taken and momentum, harmonic movements and gentle thoughts. You move smoothly and rediscover the taste of earth and dust in your hands, do not rush. The mind runs fast, looks like a film will go with color images in black and white and then and then. Then, the void, nothingness. The non-thought. Do you feel the breath and that to please gets hold of the body and its movements, and the heart beats and beats again and supports the thinking and not thinking and supports you as serene minutes clinging to footholds. And those little crevices that seem to make no sense, ever, for you are now at certainty and hope, a time of rising and liberal interpretation, are small moments of happiness that you push up. I've always been there but had never seen in all their importance. Here then is that while you climb revised in the heart moments near and far, and emotions experienced and grown dormant, breakers of joy and never dull, small and great people, smiling and sad, and all the many little things that are always present and always have watched and sometimes observed. Change their meaning and that explodes inside and salts because you have overcome that when you did not know what to grab. Lying on the rock they caress the bumps, with respect and looking for a new horizon that seems far away and, instead, is so close and you looked at the beginning and did not know that this would be your new point of departure and arrival together. Now you begin to discover and intrigues and fascinates you because it gets in and fills you with pure emotion, simple and true as the sunrises and sunsets. And that emotion I do treasure and treasure it and try to share it with those around you, with griffins flying high, with small ferns shyly peeking shyly from the rock and pat, with the tall shrubs that await you with confidence. And you climb and climb and climb and climb again and my arms ache and you do not seem to have more strength and then, after all, you will discover a small reserve that regenerates and allows you to stick to the wall like a shadow, and if you want, like a ray of sunshine. Then the strong support the legs push you a bit 'higher up the rock and will support you and collect the arms painful yet joyful.
E 'feel good now because the parts of your body pulsate and have made the effort and the joy experienced invite you to continue and evolve the movement to the discovery of new small cracks, new small and large organizations are ready to reveal their meanings more deep, new horizons that will be in and out of you and when you have them covered, and shared those will become part of you.
And you continue to climb and climb and those horizons move with you, always one step ahead. Yes
Your horizon. Always a step ahead.
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