The day we started our walk the peaks were still covered with snow. Áhkká, the old woman, had let her silver hair loose to meet the summer breeze, returning after weeks hiding behind her veil of clouds. The sun made our packs feel lighter, and the trail was smooth. “This is how every walk should start”, your eyes were alpine gentian, the blue of lakes and heaven, and still the smell of rain remained.
The walk took us to the heart of Sarek, a roadless land, were reindeer graze and glaciers feed the streams with rapid moving crystals: adorning mountainsides with silver necklaces. Through valleys licked by sun, on paths across the emerald of grass. Afterwards we thanked the old woman who graced us with such days of summer that we never met before.
ease the pilgrim’s heavy pack –
hymns of melting ice
Today we premiere our new monthly feature, Haibun Monday on dVerse. We have a guest prompter to help us out. The haibun should consist of a brief concise piece of prose relating to nature. My story goes back to the summer of 2013 when we had the unique experience of 9 consecutive days of brilliant weather in our most famous National Park, Sarek in the north of Sweden. We have walked there before, but normally you would have several days of rain and even snow, maybe it was all because of Áhkká.
September 7, 2015