Winter is taking it's time down south in Switzerland. Kalani's grandma turned 80, and we woke to sun and walked down cobbled streets without jackets. I am loving the inward turning of Swedish weather, but I won't complain to a few more days of warmth. Mama Lela drives us up into the Mountains, around curvy bends that widen into views of the clearest, brightest turquoise waters I've ever seen. It's hard not to be a tourist here, not to be awestruck by the amount of pristine clean water that literally gurgles up and overflows out of stone fountains on street corners. When we arrive at Kalani's childhood home in Hasliberg all three of us are out of the car in a moment to stare at The Mountains.
The Mountains are grandfathers, sheer, strong grounding forces that whisper "it's okay it's okay it's okay" over and over. They take the world off my shoulders and leave me sleepless, waiting for light so that I may watch them again. I am used to the wide gaze of endless Ocean that gives me security in it's expanse, but these Mountains speak of safety as well, in the way they held and secured. True grounding. These were Kalani's protectors and teachers and they had imprinted him with their graceful strength and patience. Here was the root of the feeling he carries that I could never put a name too. He's a true mountain boy, my man.
In the morning we wander by foot. Through the thin windy village streets against the backdrop of the ever present cowbells. The cows have long hair here and ears that make them truly pretty. We are bathed over and over in raining red and gold leaves and by the end of the day we have blisters and lungs full of fresh air. In the evening we try cheese from the alps and just for fun I day dream about living here.
Cows heading home through the streets of Hasliberg after a long day at work
The next morning the Mountains where white capped!
Crystal from inside the Mountains.
This is what I imagine when I think of Switzerland.
A day trip to high up into neighbouring Mountains to wander around a Permaculture institute.
Rose quartz, healing water.
Ceremonies on The Edge.
Mama Lela & her boy