”Follow the path the shepherds use. Along the left side of the stream, marked with cairns”. With the hands pressed against the curves of the cliffs, the southern slopes of Mont Bégo is rounded. Does the cave slightly higher carry the memories of those who carved into the mountain sides five thousand years ago?

The stream sings closer and higher. Lower your body into me, she sings, and let me wash it, cool it and embrace it. Sit a while with me, and let me tell you about all of those I’ve passed since they first thunder. There are berries to eat here, and everything else you may need. You have been part of the mountains. Now be a part of me.

~August 2022