I have been travelling alone again. Joran has been so busy with his own teachings. I have
not seen much of him lately. All tho I have met some others who have joined in the dance.
I met on young man, he is timid and quiet. He is also a healer, like Joran. In small ways he
reminds me of Joran, travelling with him made me miss Joran even more. But Ishrael was
understanding with my silence at times.

But then Joran returned today. We walked all over, in silence. I was not sure what to say
or even if I wanted to speak at all. I felt distanced from him. So we went to Pittsburgh and
strolled thru the town for bit. We went to the ballpark and watched a baseball game. Odd
game it is, but enteraining to watch. Then I asked him if he wanted to go for a walk with
me. I had heard whispers about a mountain top in Africa that was suppose to be very beautiful.
He answered that he would go anywhere as long as it was with me. This made me blush
deeply.

When we reached the top of the mountain called Kilimanjaro I could scarecly breath. It was a
long hard climb. We both fell a few times, but his healing skills were more then able to cure the
cuts and scrapes. We just sat and stared out for the longest time. I thought of my parents,
wondering where they were. With all the world that I could see, I could not see where they
might be. Could they look up and see the mountain, could they even imagine I might be sitting
on top of it at that very moment?

Then, the wind was whistling around, it almost sounded like a soft flute. The music of the
mountain was playing softly, I couldnt resist I stood and just started dancing. I reached out
my hand to him and Joran stood and joined me. It was the most wonderful moment when he
joined me in the dance. While he is not as good of a dancer as others, he will learn well.

Maybe....

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1 Comments:

Thank you for letting me travel with you.

By  Ishrael Aaron, at April 19, 2007 at 4:43 AM  

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