I
walked on a little further and left the path to my right, approaching an edge I
heard the river below, my intake of breath was sharp as I realised just how
high up I was. Deciding to rest for a while I took out my flask and something
to eat; there was a sense of timeless peace, right here where I was resting, it
came over me slowly as my body leaned into the place I had sat. My breathing
slowed and I became aware of many different sounds, each bird had its own
location and purpose, the sounds of the branches moving in the breeze provided
the background frequency to this new concerto. The river roar was interspersed
with flashes of crisp sounds as it collided with many rocks; I felt my eyes
beginning to close as my mind did not want to be distracted by visual content.
I don’t recall how long I stayed at this place; it was a time in itself,
seeming like an age, yet over too soon, a place on the edge, between one thing
and another. I had experienced things before when in meditation, but that was
usually in the quietness of the chapel; I wanted to know what was special about
this place or was it just about my thoughts that day? It was as if the volume control of my senses
had been turned up high and I had been drawn into the reality of my
surroundings, almost like entering from another world. I knew that I wanted
more of this.
