Coming Down the Other Side of the Mountain

Coming Down the Other Side of the Mountain

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‘The cliche is that life is a mountain. You go up, reach the top and then go down’
Jeanne Moreau

“You never climb the same mountain twice, not even in memory. Memory rebuilds the mountain, changes the weather, retells the jokes, remakes all the moves.”
Lito Tejada-Flores

“Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting, So… get on your way!”
Dr. Seuss

When you’ve wanted something for a while and your plans to ascend the mountaintop of your goal fall beautifully into place as they did for me in France, it can be quite an adjustment coming down the other side of the peak. In the middle of enjoying a wonderful day visiting a Château  with new friends  while enjoying the weak spring sunshine, I realised that it had been nine months to the day since I booked my ticket to France. I had birthed my desire and achieved my goal. At that same moment, I also realised that soon, too soon for my liking,  I would have to prepare for coming down the other side of my mountain and return to the life I had in Australia before the journey.

The descent on  other side of the mountain can be treacherous, you might find yourself tumbling down the path, eventually landing with a thud or become painfully conscious that each step takes you away from a treasured and transformational experience.
The jet lag, which was challenging and lasted longer than I had imagined, produced sensations of being in an emotional and physical wasteland where some of my cells were still on the plane, some in the sky hovering over Hong Kong  and others back in France, particularly those of my heart. 
Apart from a joyful reunion with my family, everyday life in Australia seemed blah and I felt myself bumping up against the limited ceiling of the Australian psyche while simultaneously being almost being blinded by the acute sunshine of a Canberra winter. The minus four mornings, when the frost crackles underfoot, made me long for the slow to start springtime in France.
But now that I’m into the second week of my return I’m starting to reflect more clearly on the journey and these reflections will be useful in planning for my return journey to France next Spring. In the meantime, my life in Australia will continue but not quite as before because the journey has changed me.

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