Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

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Sunday, July 26, 2015

Holy Mountains-2008


I wrote this in 2008

Holy Mountains

Traditionally people have gone to mountains to get close to God. It is a pattern which is connected with the visualization of God up in the sky, in the heavens. I can also surmise that mountains might offer a vantage point to look out for enemies. Two reasons people might feel safe on a mountain.

I've visited a mountain Italy, Sanctuario della Verna. It is the place where Saint Francis received his stigmata. There are trails that wind up the sides of the mountain. The monastery looms out over the cliffs. There are warm Tuscan breezes blowing, monks chanting, cuckoo birds calling. One time when I was visiting, there was an evening procession to honor a several hundred year anniversary of St. Francis' stigmata. We all carried torches and walked on the forest-canopied pathway. Mass followed. The Mass was for the children of the world.

We have a holy mountain here in Ontario county. It is called Ganondagan. It is the ancient site of an Indian village. I believe the name means "town of white." The name originated because the hill was covered in strawberry blossoms every June. Legend has it that some day the new era in history will start when all the nations will bury their weapons under the white pine tree roots and wars will cease. This parallels Christian hopes of God's Kingdom on earth when swords will be beaten into plowshares.

There are trails at the state historic Ganondagan. A big old apple tree grows in a very secluded area, with tall grasses surrounding it. Deer pass by. Once I witnessed a little fawn with its mother. Walk a little further and one looks over the village of Victor. A beautiful panoramic view of houses, church steeples, and drumlins. Rabbits, woodchucks, snakes, butterflies, wrens, and blackbirds are just a few of the creatures one can encounter on a walk.

When I feel troubled, I head for the Holy Mountain. The peaceful sounds of nature calm me and a wonder of creation soothes my soul.


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