Letter to Monty on wind, mountains and revelation.

Dear Monty,

'Do two walk together unless they have agreed to do so ?'





I realise that there are consequences to all our actions, and that our place on this earth is fragile, we are not here forever.

There is something being said by the mountains, I heard a voice speak.

'He who forms the mountains creates the wind
and reveals his thoughts to man'





I had a thoroughly enjoyable walk in the hills above Abergavenny with Charles Hawes Charles@veddw.com. Walking away from the rush of roads, having time to see and hear what nature is, is just so refreshing for the soul. I believe we are meant to be connected to this earth, yet most of our lives today seem to be more and more distanced from it.  Life has become dulled by our pursuit of wealth. It seems that the economy and economic theory is to be pursued above all else for the supposed 'good' of us all.

Amos, a shepherd who started to hear the voice in the wind said this about how life starts to go astray once we pursue wealth for wealth's sake :

' When will the new moon be over that we may sell grain again
and the Sabbath be ended that we may market wheat,
skimping the measure
boosting the price
and cheating with dishonest scales
buying the poor with silver
and the needy for a pair of sandals
selling even the sweepings with the wheat.'

'Many times I struck your gardens and vineyards
I struck them with blight and mildew
locusts devoured your fig and olive trees
yet you have not returned to me.'

What does returning mean ? Is it something fundamental to our well being to be connected, do we see our dishonesty more clearly and strive to live a more connected life ?

Here on a less profound level are some words and pictures to pay tribute to a fine day in the hills.










Two men
Grouse about
Scripture on stone
Orange Blorenge
Blue pool
Sheep like stars
And the shepherd.





                                                         

How rich we truly are

Paul.

Comments

  1. Stunning words and stunning pictures. I also love the initial question. I think my answer is that to walk together you must intend to do so, even if you started the walk with the intention of walking alone.

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    1. Thank you, yes agreement to walk together is a beautiful thing, walking together means trusting each other, although we did get lost at one point but together we found the way back !

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  2. A lovely post. Who is that handsome fellow in the fleece? Fab pics, too- I am glad to see that your photography is benefiting from my guidance. Perhaps less so your body, which was somewhat over-taxed by our bog-walking. I do like walking together and I was also wondering about what it would be like to walk together and in silence. Maybe we can experiment? I don't think we were Grousing. Don't you need guns for that?

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    1. Well, there were grouse about...and yes these short legs of mine suffered in the bog. Mmm silence, I suppose I could try that, more of that needed in life perhaps....bring a gag with you next time!

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  3. Amos was a smart man. Like you, Paul, I'm wondering how money's become our god. OK, I'd like to see everyone better off, but we seem to be consuming for the sake of it. It's all so hip to spend. It's all so irrelevant. I can understand it, but I'd rather the human race stopped racing.
    Some very lovely shots here. I'd love to spend some time on some mountains myself, or anywhere where the crush of our impeding life gave way.
    Returning, to me, may not be easily accomplished in our day-to-day world, but it is something we hold within us. For me, often, 'returning' is coming home to my doggy and feeding the birds. I'm no more important than that.

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    1. Returning to home and being greeted by the dog and doing simple things like feeding the birds is what keeps us sane. It is true that it is not easy to be in a place of inner rest in this busy day to day world...sometimes it is very difficult indeed.

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