There is something beautiful when the winter is not quite here and fall lingers a little bit; silence.
Usually, the mountain is a very busy place during summer. The high mountains pastures are full of activities as well as cows.
High mountains pastures used to be the “second home” for most farmers, but with the cars and the many (too many) roads, nowadays, people go back to the valley. Or only spend a few weeks or days in the pastures during summer time.
By the end of October, the cows are brought back in the valleys and the pastures are closing.
If snow hasn’t invited itself yet, wandering in the mountains is an almost mystical experience.
The silence is deafening; there are no cows’ bells ringing, no human activities and even the birds are quiet.
As I’m more sensitive to vibrations, I could almost feel the same vibes I did around 35 years ago.
There was a group of people who came down the mountain; there were not speaking, but shouting, all of them. It was like someone shouting in a cathedral.
I was shocked that they weren’t aware of the silence and space around them.
I must admit I have less and less patience with my fellow human beings; mostly disrespectful of Nature and Beings, lost in their personal drama and smartphones, completely unaware of the beauty, silence, space, and flow of life.
From time to time, I picture myself living like an hermit, on a mountain top, away from the pointless human agitation.