The Pilgrim

There is a woman on an important pilgrimage through perilous jagged mountain paths. She started deep within a valley and traversed many rivers, hills and dales to get to that height. Yet her determination and focus keeps her going further. On a wet day, with the wind blowing rain sideways, her strength starts to waver. Her feet and hands are numb. Her frail pack is more patches than not. A gust of wind takes off her tattered straw hat. A raven croaks and lightning strikes! She stumbles, her ankle twists and she tumbles down the cliff side taking craggy trees and sharp stones with her. Finally, she comes to rest inches deep in the body of a freezing river. She tests herself. She is bruised. Her thread-bare pack has disappeared, but there was little left of it anyway. She can stand, she can walk, but her passage forward is no where in sight. She smiles, perhaps this new path will take her where she needs to go.