Review of the mountain, music, and a neighbor

I was still thinking about the mountain seen in the pool after I finished yesterday's post, and was not satisfied with how I described things. My focus is usually elsewhere, so I never really thought about it in such specific terms before. The mountain is and is not there... like a vision that appears in the pool. Verdant and waiting. Perhaps it's time to go visit it.

Cyfnos Gwynt mentioned listening to the music of nature, and I'm so glad to know people who are aware of this!

Talking about adventures of younger days with another friend some time ago, I told him about a group of us going for a walk at a nearby cemetery, and that I had danced on one of the lawns under the full moon. The cemetery had a space that was away from where all the graves are, with a beautiful soft lawn, not a stick or stone to hurt the foot. He wondered at how I could do that, as he assumed - rightly - that we hadn't brought any music player or instruments with us. It's simple enough, really. You just have to be still and listen. You'll hear the heartbeat of the land, the little songs of small plants and creatures, the greater songs of the trees that sweep through you, the far-off stars even, and the very air itself. No need to fear the spirits of those who have passed and whose material bodies rest nearby, if you dance with respect.

Speaking of respect, I should take a walk up the hill today. We have a cemetery up around the corner from us, and the other night as we were walking back from Stop & Shop, we passed several presences, including the one that's been inviting me to walk up the hill. There's quite a bit of trash accumulated on the sidewalk where it is, and it's a bothersome thing, so I need to do a little cleanup there.