mountains
“Life has a kind of momentum”, Alix Harrow says. A rhythm. A pace. A speed. It builds up slowly over time and before you know it, you’re running. But it isn’t just movement only. It’s also heft and girth and gravity.
Every choice is a pebble placed into a pile. A stone stacked and balanced precariously. A mole hill becomes a mountain eventually. It’s the “accumulated weight of decisions” that turns into something that feels beyond the possibility of shifting. But is it really?
Even mountains aren’t as permanent as they seem. Despite the appearance of formidable statis and dormancy, they are not impervious to the grace of change. They shift and flux and wear away. Given long enough the most solid and impenetrable of objects can become something softer, gentler, and less intimidating.
Moving a mountain doesn’t require a violent upheaval or a dramatic change. Just one small thing done differently. With intention, attention, and consistency. The caress of the wind blowing. The whispers of a breeze. The sweetness of rain. The steady and unassuming nature of water bending elegantly. It’s the faint faith of a mustard seed growing roots that pushes through heaviness with suppleness and subtlety.
May the weight you carry become the ground beneath your feet.
May the mountain of all that has been yield to your quiet persistence.
May you always move like water; softly, surely, unstoppably.
In case no one told you today, I love you with all my everything.
…and the same to you! May the light speed of life become the really pretty lights that guide. ✌🏻💙
Thank you for this, Duane.
I know I have built mountains without realising that I was doing so!
And once they were there, they were so big, blocked out so much light, that really I couldn’t see clearly.
But I have found things, despite how they seemed at first, not beyond the possibility of shifting - and that weight I have carried could be put down.
I just needed to stop holding on to it!
And to move the mountain?
As you say - doing differently - with intention, attention and consistency.
And I have found that what I need to nurture most carefully is the precious blossom of belief.
Belief that the mountain can be moved!