Monday, May 08, 2006

Climbing the Tree

I am not a very good climber. I have no head for heights, and can fall off a chair as my mother used to say. But here I am at the foot of the enchanted tree with all manner of strange beings above me and somehow, from somewhere, I must find the courage to start my ascent.

I have brought a small bag with me, containing photographs of my loved ones, my magic laptop which works on solar power, a jar of drinking chocolate for comfort, my digital camera to record my experiences and a mirror with which to examine myself daily. I don;t understand why I thought to bring a mirror. Perhaps I think that I am going to undergo a change and I want to be able to see in my face and in my eyes how this change manifests itself? I just know that for some reason I need a mirror. I am not a beautiful woman. I am not at all interested in beauty products and I hardly ever wear make-up. The significance of the mirror will have to reveal itself in due course.

I stand at the foot of the tree. It looks like a giant old chestnut tree, branches spreading wide around it. The sunlight pours, dappled, through the leaves. I remember the story of Jack and the Beanstalk from my childhood, and how Jack found a giant living in the land at the top. I wonder who I will find living there.

I place my bag over my shoulder, and, with a prayer to the god of short-plump-climbing-women I start to climb, very slowly and carefully ........

2 Comments:

At 1:08 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

I am so glad that you have taken the time to climb the tree Sara. Good to see that you have come so well prepared.

 
At 2:49 AM, Blogger Lois said...

Ah Ah Sara you have overcome the fear of height...great achievment....
I feel close to you as you describe your reasons and non reasons from bringing a mirror in your special bag....you have done what I would have ...looked to see changes in our faces not for beauty sake....
You and I will meet one day on the climb and know instantly each other...I am that other short plump woman....
But Sara I can help you in some small way....I have no fear of climbing ,perhaps it was because my Father a boilermaker and rigger worked on bridges and buildings from a young man...and I have inherited some of his fearlessness......
Enjoy the Journey,and may you meet at the top of the tree someone who surprises you.

Lois(Muse of the Sea) 8.8.06.

 

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