Meditation of a different kind

Just passed midday and it is raining outside. It has been raining since last night. We were lucky to have chosen yesterday to do our hiking. The rock climbing would have been even more treacherous had it been wet and slippery.

Cliché as it may be, it was a breath of fresh air - pardon my pun - to be jolted by the wonderful experience yesterday. You are forced to focus one hundred per cent in order to hang on to dear life as you claw your way up the seventy degree cliff. Momentarily, there is only you, the rocky cliff, and the cool air you feel behind your back; open space, freedom and not a worry in the world.