Time has passed since my alpine winter adventure in the mountains, and I have had the opportunity to reflect on what I truly find beautiful in such enterprise to spend a night in the cold at 2700 meters a.s.l.
It isn’t so much the beauty of the scenery, the satisfaction of reaching the destination or the show stopping Milky Way in a complete dark night sky. (Don’t get me wrong, those things are in themselves incredible and really unforgettable, and you will know why if you go and read my previous post! ) It is the unbelievably common ritual of becoming less. As if each step we take in any direction, we allow ourselves to get stripped off of the layers we uncosciously put on, in our daily life. Those layers, as I see them, are all of the parts of us that are trying to protect us and keep us safe from the unknown world. And yet they are, often, what makes our own experience of the world so harsh.
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