When down and out...do go to the spiritual center...the drive there looked like this:
I had been told by a very knowledgable colleague, that when the weather was funky in Christchurch, often, it would be the opposite toward 'Castle Hill'. True to his words,just look at the light we drove into. Ahhh, said the shriveled core inside us. And when we arrived, it was hard for me to take a picture of the signpost because of the friendly people milling around and talking about what a beautiful time they had just had, so excuse the poor shot, but this is the beginning, follow us, please, you won't be disappointed.
From this signpost, what you see is a long meandering path toward the limestone outcrop in the distsnce. Don't give up yet, this is a preliminary rehersal, the road does lead to Oz...
But, along the way, man always has something more to say...
And, then again, we must not proceed without the usual warnings, complete with dearly departed sheep...
But, now an entrance is spotted...
Let the spirit of my center revive...
You are getting the picture, I am sure, and I was profoundly knocked off my feet:
And, the shadows inside were stretched out and elongated...while I signaled the peace sign to my shadow, hiking through cracks and trying to find where Clark had gotten off to...
Clark was being led to the edge...
And the core of us both, grew white, with only a small hole left, to breathe through...Ahhhhhhhh
DANGER: You have just been exposed to my spiritual center.
PEACE is here.
PS: Thank you Roland!
