Once upon a dream ....
I was climbing the mountain. In front for My family and My team on the line.
Onward and upward we go.
The summit was somewhere above ..... but masked in blizzard.
Keep moving. keep going. keep climbing.
And then one day ... I arrive.
on the summit.
Alone.
In an instant and also slowmotion I was atop the dream, the summit. Almost in a flash after years that started with excitement and thrill .... and turned into an expedition through harsh and scary conditions, with legs of joy and beauty. Alternating.
And just like a snap .... the climb, the journey was over.
I looked around the peak ..... and saw some mountains way off in the distance .....
And they all felt hollow.
I was tired from my bags. Numb. Frost-bitten. In emotional shock.
But I had survived.
And then appeared a Sipapu ...... a door and a ladder leading down into the dark ....
There was only one path left.
The dream had ended, over, done, vapor .... and the descent had begun.
Most of us talk about the journey up.... and the upward and onward and the summits of achievement and success .....
But few of us talk what happens after .......
..... about the way back down.
And slowly, apinfully ... I feel forced, maybe compelling ... to step towrd the ladder. First step, second step, closer.
To the way down ... and back home.
The trail, the way down was marked Recovery.
The real mountain is not what you do .... it's who you are.