All things counter, original, spare and strange in Khujand, Tajikistan

Hill Walking

Today I went hill-walking with a group from St. Peter’s. Henrik Svensson, the Swedish guy who is filling David Robertson’s shoes in the pulpit, Steven, who leads the psalm singing, and Julia, a cool lady with a nose ring shaped like a snake (it’s pretty awesome), came along.

It was a wonderful hike up into the clouds, up where the rocks pierce through the grass and the angry wind made my fleece jacket feel like wings. It’s not always angry though. When the sun is out the wind seems like it’s playing with you, tempting you to fly. When the clouds descend though, it’s voice turns sinister and sometimes when it whips around the boulders it shrieks in your ears. Best are the unexpected stillnesses, when the silence sounds like God in its inexplicable profundity.

We made the peaks of Ben Glass and Ben Lawrens, then circled back around through a stretch of rolling meadows. For a moment I wished we’d just come up that way, but I was immediately ashamed of the thought. You can only really enjoy the peace of the meadow when you’ve been to the mountaintop.


3 responses

  1. Petabread

    Seth, I’m afraid the hills of the Eastern Coast US must seem quite tame to you now, but I want to go backpacking with you again this fall.

    July 9, 2007 at 7:50 pm

  2. Laura Tippens

    You are so adorable.

    July 11, 2007 at 3:49 am

  3. beautifulheritage

    Gorgeous imagery. Made me feel like I was there (almost). Picture’s not bad either!

    July 12, 2007 at 4:02 pm

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