"Do you know what I need? To escape to the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil." -- Lyrics by Les Discrets
.... and that is exactly what we did
We escaped to the mountains for four wondrous days
Wherever we went
through forests
or up mountain slopes
we could hear water
gurgling
baboons barking
sharp warnings
that we were approaching
The baboon population seems to have increased since we were there last.
Some spent time on the roof
Others foraged the grass for snacks
in the hotel gardens.
We watched babies doing somersaults
on the lawn outside our room
I'm convinced they were showing off
because we were watching them.
I was thrilled that I managed to photograph the Bee Eaters before they flew off, though this image is far better.
The Poet Dreams of the Mountain
Sometimes I grow weary of the days, with all their fits and starts.
I want to climb some old gray mountains, slowly, taking
The rest of my lifetime to do it, resting often, sleeping
Under the pines or, above them, on unclothed rocks.
I want to see how many stars are still in the sky
That we have smothered for years now, a century at least.
I want to look back at everything, forgiving it all,
And peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know.
All the urgency! Not what the earth is about!
How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only.
I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts.
In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall.
-- Mary Oliver
"But I'll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you'll come to understand that you're connected to everything'" -- Alan Watts
