It could be seen
that rain was going to arrive. It was a matter of when. The clouds that were
white seemed to stay above while some moody and darker ones, saturated,
pregnant, came and slipped underneath those. There they waited, like something
patient that knows its time will come. I was a bit disoriented in that I took a
different path and thought I met with a ridge way that led to another part of the
valley. But I followed it on. I still don’t know exactly where I was or how I
got there. Right at that spot, and for about five hundred feet in all
directions, there are different paths and by-ways. The avenues of the forests,
and some are crescents while others cul’du sacs. It’s not dissimilar from a
regular city map in an odd way. Everyone knows where the main highway is, but
the farther you veer off into the side roads and back roads, the less in known.
But I stayed the course and made my way up to the top, and then down to where I
recognized things. If I get lost, which is seldom, I actually go slower,
breathe slower, take even more pictures, and pace myself in order to remain
calm, avoid any mishaps, and so on. That is what I did. But as I think back, I
still wonder? - Where the hell was I? - Picture this, - the walker is on the
left side of a valley. Then he goes away from the valley, further to the left
and proceeds in the same direction, parallel, with the valley technically on his
right, but far away. Then, in a few seconds, the valley appears. The valley
must meander to the left, and the chaparral, new summer growth which is coming
fast, combination of sun and light rain that was coming- all the shapes and
changing shapes of everything, must have made for a slight disorientation. The valley
must zig zag exactly there. That is the only explanation and there are not two valleys
that I know of anyhow. It was like the valley followed me! In any event, out of
there, though the rains had begun, something told me to walk another five
minutes further because then the dogs would have a chance, if the desire was
there, to run through the sand pit and beyond. It was the best decision because
this is what they did. Apparently the larger one had not stretched his legs
properly or had a good sprint. This is what he did- zooooooom- like anything, -
across the sands, up the dirt, back around the trees, down and up a green
summit, then across the open field and back in a large arc. As we went back
into the bushes and the pathways we stayed on our regular way and were not
completely sheltered from the rain for the forest roof. Yet, it did provide
some help. We could hear the pitter patter on the leaves and inside us we knew
and felt on energy levels that it was something different happening, - a
rainfall, and dark. Soon a snake came slithering across the front of me. He was
perhaps a bit startled out of somewhere by the rain. I thought of the kundalini
force again on the one hand, and also of how a snake just needs to make its way
across the forest floor on the other. We looked at one another and I took a
picture. There was no thunder or lightning, and we got back in time to the main
stretch of parking. Nobody was there. Another excursion completed, we hopped in
and drove away.
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