On arrival at the Molino, I walk out onto the terrace and gaze at the wonderful mountains spread out in front of me – the peaks reaching high into the sky and stretching back as far as the eye can see.
Often a hazy, misty blue covers them adding to their mystery.
The Molino and the mountains are one, they cannot be separated.
The Mountain speaks: “Welcome back my brother – come walk with me, I have many stories to tell, some from the past, some from the future, and some still to unfold.”
“Come walk with me, – look, listen, and tread lightly upon my contours.”
I do exactly that many times.
When I depart I follow a similar ritual, I go onto the terrace.
The Mountain Molino speaks: “Farewell my brother, give greetings to my mountain cousins and remember to look, listen and tread lightly upon their contours”.
“Farewell until the next time.”
Robert Poole