It was raining. I found myself in the middle of a kind of swamp. No one around. I could not see where to put my foot next. I got super anxious. I questioned myself when and why had I decided to do this crazy thing of being out here in the middle of nowhere on my own.
Almost cried…. Then did cry a little.
But you know? When you are crying all alone, that moment when you realize it is worthless because no one is coming? There are no witnesses.
Desperation.
I understood I had to get myself out of there on my own. No one was coming to my rescue.
I stopped. Took some deep breaths. Centered myself.
Finally, after some breaths, I could see a flat stone just in front of me, nothing more, took the step. The next stone revealed. Took the step. The next one revealed… Surrounded by the fog and the swamp, I could only see one stone at a time.
Step by step I reached the edge of a mountain. A steep path cleared up. Yes, steep! But I could now see it up to the top. Climbed it with determination, leaving behind the doubtful steps. Once I reached the summit, a gorgeous view unveiled. A simple beautiful path through the gorgeous woods was awaiting. Happy, I continued the journey to the next Buddhist temple.
