One evening at sunset, on M. Labro (March 2022)

One evening at sunset, on M. Labro (March 2022)

LEARNING HOW TO WALK AGAIN

“Walking for me means entering nature. And that's why I walk slowly, I hardly ever run. Nature for me is not a gymnastics court. I go to see, to feel, with all my senses. So my spirit enters the trees, the meadow, the flowers. The high mountains are a feeling for me. " REINHOLD MESSNER

I go up in silence, I am reflecting on my dispersed energy… I feel the weight of the years, of the melancholy of these times, of the sadness for our world.

First of all, I feel the wind: first it caresses you, then at times it overwhelms you. I do not feel discomfort, but the feeling that with its purity and mysticism, it is taking away my tensions. Oxygen fills my lungs, I inhale the smells of the grass, of the wild animals that travel these streets at night. At the end of the climb, I turn around and my eyes penetrate the surrounding space. They too tired, with difficulty focus on that fiery reverberation on the horizon, which is the sea.

I arrive at the floor, under the tower. I keep climbing cautiously on the stones, loose and shaky stones, I am again shaken by the wind, I stagger ... but then I recover: the feeling is greater stability and perhaps ... awareness. I don't know exactly what it is to feel "centered", but I think it is very close to what I am feeling now.

Again I inhale strongly. I exhale slowly. My heart is rumbling, I try to connect with him, I try to slow down his pace. Seeking a semblance of calm. I sit on the flat stones, which are barely warmed by the still winter sun. A slight vertigo, given by the 360 ° immersion in the landscape. From up there I dominate these sparse fields, bordered by thorns, where sheep have been grazing for hundreds of years.

The mountain in front of me appears sturdy, mighty, still a little gray in winter. The look deceives me, because it seems to me to be at the same height as the mountain ...

For a moment I have the solution to all problems, inner peace floods me.

Clinging to the iron cross, prop between you and the sky, I am fighting again with the gusts of wind, cold gusts, which bring me back to the real situation of the moment. The air has gone dark. I have to get off quickly if I don't want to stumble in the dark.

I spent an abundant hour with myself and no other thing, or person. Without realizing it, I find myself in the dark, in the parking lot. I look up, and I see the first stars in the icy blue. I should be afraid, but I feel protected by the energy I have absorbed in this place.

The certainty is that I should give myself the opportunity to visit this mountain more often. I clearly feel in myself the natural benefit obtained.