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This is the only entry of yours I have read so far, but it touched me in a way that demonstrates how very alike people are the world over. Whilst I can’t yet relate to the loss of such a key figure in a person’s life, I can relate to your feeling of being called at no notice to places of solitude and beauty. Troubles that I have experienced in life so far have thankfully been relatively few and only one or two were on a large scale. One of these troubles was my Dad being diagnosed with cancer. As an already angry teenager, the only thing I could do to keep my anger (at an apparently unfair world) undirected at the people that loved me most, was to come home from school and immediately throw myself out of the house and in to the night. I would only ever possess shorts, t-shirt and trainers, all of which were soon to be very wet and very muddy. My Dad recovered eventually but several experiences similar to your hike were had in those days and still are now when things get on top of me. Just tonight I disappeared in to some unknown sand dunes, to return an hour later, in near darkness, having scared myself that I may have lost the car!

I’m so very glad to have read the account of your hike. Humans seem to do simply mad things sometimes, to try and decipher the reasons behind a calling (who, what and why?) is futile I’d imagine, but I feel your statement of “I believe in Good” at least gives a reason to follow a calling. I have never had faith in a God or religion, but faith in good is something I do hold, I hope that reading your entry will serve to bolster that faith.

Keep experiencing.

Your piece is beautiful and I am so sorry for your loss. As a mother myself, I cried when reading this memoir because my love for my children is beyond explanation. With this, I know for sure that your mother does call you because she needs you too and both your mother and brother are with you on those journeys, placing those heart shaped rocks just where you will find them.

Kathleen