In a vision, I saw myself going up a mountain trail.  I was not alone, but with another, walking close - single file, and yet somehow side by side.

It was more beautiful than one can imagine.  Sunny.  Blue skies.  Grey skies.  Clouds.  Sunrise and sunset.  Green grasses.  Purple and white and yellow flowers - short and tall.  Moss and miniature ferns tucked between the rocks.

The path was narrow and flat with loose gravel and rocks on firmly packed dirt.  To my right - the mountain.  To my left - a steep drop-off.

Before me lay two simultaneous extremes.  I walked a dangerous and treacherous trail; one wrong step and the fall was to inescapable death.  And yet the exhilaration and stimulation of the beauty, the ability to see for miles, and the experience of something so unlike anything else up to that point took a hold of our hearts and drew us on.  This desire and passion pushed out all fear.  Although there existed the constant awareness for caution and sure-footedness, the beauty far out-weighed the fear.  And, in fact, the fear which lived in the valley below only helped to push us on further up the trail.

One wrong step would lead to death and the loss of a chance to experience beauty like we'd only dreamed of.  But as we walked sure-footedly, together, on this well worn path, we would go to heights beyond heights.  Together we would see and experience sights and sounds, colors and shapes never before seen at lower places.

This mountain was unique.  Over and over we thought we must be at the top because it surely couldn't get any better.  But again we would turn a corner to see it rise higher and higher into the sun/Son.  And again we would catch our breath and rush forward - cautious, but with great anticipation and joy.

Caution - not fear.

Life - not death.

Beauty beyond words.

Beauty beyond time.

 

Amy