– A summer day above the clouds –
Sometimes there come such days when a whole life seems to run through you within one single day. Everything goes by itself, you just let yourself be carried on and at the end of the day, in blissful exhaustion, you let go and sink down into bed, without a thought, without a review of what happened, but your whole body humming with life. On such days you are not the old perceiver, the one who collects experiences in order to assemble them into a grand story, a story to be reviewed and related to other stories for ever and a day, compulsively, obsessively, and yet in vain, never really satisfied. On such days you are the experience itself, perception itself, life perceiving itself through you, music, you being the instrument, music playing not in you but being played with you.
We follow our instinct; or is it just mindfully processed past experience, learned reasoning, conditioned projection? We’ve learned to not trust what we see but rather consult with all the other senses. Things are not always as they appear. We drive up in pouring rain, secretly hoping that the mountaintops will be above the clouds.
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From the ridge we climb up the soaring, lofty east roof of Mt. Angeles. I call it the “Diretissima”: the most direct route up a mountain, disregarding any possible detours on easier terrain. Up this spine of the mountain, following the knife-sharp line and straddling the edge, the wind ruffling our hair, our hands grasping, actually comprehending the coarse suchness of rock better than the mind ever could, our body sensing the wonderful exposure, we feel like the mountain, we become the mountain.
Klahane Ridge. A family of white mountain goats – too small to be seen on this picture – playing around on the snow. Our mountain goat friend had been killed down there two years ago. (click here for more)
Later in this marvelous day – we stay on the summit for hours – it clears up enough so the full grandeur of the Olympics is decked out for us. Mt. Olympus in the distant background, Hurricane Ridge below, Obstruction Point and Grand Ridge behind Parvin.
Back home the lawn is still wet, the house is cold, and I listen to gentle rain in the night.
Klaus July 23, 2012