Silence, solitude and simplicity, but also community. I stopped to talk with a woman sitting along the path, cane by her side. She was grateful that she could climb as far as she did and was now waiting for her daughter who was making the hike to the top. “I was diagnosed with MS in ’97 and look what I can do! I’m so grateful and am just appreciating the scenery.” She went on to tell me that at age 43 she became pregnant and what a gift her daughter has been. Two days ago, on her 70th birthday, her daughter telephoned to say that they were going to Scotland for three days to celebrate. And there she was, sitting on the grass half way up Arthur’s Seat.
I told her the ‘very grateful’ story of my mom’s last words, and then went on my way.