The man had reached this point on the road many times before. This time he decided to make camp and ponder his options, instead of taking the obvious path and to keep on going. Thinking back he had taken all possible roads that lead from this cross road. And with time the path he choose brought him back to the same place. So he decided to sit still and listen. Listening to what the wind had to say and hear it whisper his name. Feeling the earth underneath his feet, feeling grounded and nurtured. Seeing where the sun was directing, casting its shadows when it was standing at its highest point in the sky. At night talking with the moon and wondering what star to follow. He understood he had not always been listening to the signs the universe had been showing him on the way in his life.
He had seen the mountain in front of him before. All the times he passed here, it seemed like an impenetrable fortress. He never gave it much attention, as what would be the use of climbing this mountain. Now he started to wonder, what if his path would lead him over this mountain? And that he could take alternative routes, but it would bring him back to this same place every time again. But it seemed there was no path up this mountain. He felt in a deadlock.
The next morning he decided he was going to find his way. Before he started on his new journey, he looked up at the sky and asked the universe to lead him, as he had no idea where to start. A soft breeze gently touched his cheek as an affirmation that the universe was hearing his call. He understood he was embarking on a journey where he didn´t know where it would take him. He was confident the road was going to show him the way. Suddenly a robin flew down from a bush just in front of his feet. As it was saying, follow me. He picked up his pack and started following this little bird. Behind a big rock he stumbled upon a small and winding path going up, disappearing behind some trees. He felt blessed and smiled. And for the first time it was as if he could hear a woman´s voice tenderly calling his name, carried by the wind. Telling him that she knew he was on his way now and that she was waiting for him.
We all have our own mountain(s) to climb in our life. Have faith that the road ahead is there even if you can´t see all the time.
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