Friday, August 24, 2012

The Night Under a Thousand Stars at the Castle of Dreams - Montsegur


It wasn't an easy trek from the village and up the mountain to the castle. I stopped many times, the sweat pouring off of me in the late afternoon sun. I told myself that it was to look at the stunning views, but the reality was I needed to catch my breath. The courtyard of the castle was blessedly empty when I arrived and free of tourists. I went to my favorite spot just underneath the north facing tower or the dunjeon keep and sitting into the face of the setting sun wrote a whole scene for my new book until I lost the light. The creativity flows up there and its like the pen becomes an extension of my hand. I don't have to formulate or recalibrate, it just flows and flows in the moment. When I couldn't write any more I drew my knees up and stared into the darkening twilight. This is my favorite time of the day, the last exhalation before dark, just before the first star pops up in the night sky. You can feel this moment in your bones, in the land all around you and it is truly magical. My thoughts swirled out over the land and for a moment I realized that my heart, which had recently been literally punched out of my chest, didn't ache any more. It was enough to be there, to be filled with the beauty and tranquillity of the place. It was a gift and the tears ran down my face in relief. My thoughts ranged to the past and future blending as one as I contemplated on the meaning of eternity, trying to stretch my mind as far as the darkness would go. Then it was night and the I said hello to the first twinkling star.

Making my way to the old encampments I briefly wondered what time it was. Then I laughed. Time is irrelevant up here, it has no meaning whatsoever. The only time is the darkness. Settling myself into my bag on the ground, I watched the vast multitude of stars, picking out constellations and tracing the backbone of the Milky Way which was so clear.across the sky. I could feel the castle towering behind me, so warm and silent, like a giant sentinel. First there was one shooting star and I made a wish. Than another so I made another wish. The skies opened up as a shower of stars fell, so many that I couldn't keep up. I tried giving them classifications just for fun, but abandoned the thought as the light show became more intense. They were so close, it was like all I would have to do is raise my hand to grab one. As I lay there watching in wonder, my thoughts started to flee, my soul stretching out until there was nothing else, just me and the mountain and the stars streaking across the sky, like a thousand tiny jewels. The strangest thing was that it was familiar, that I had been in this very spot before and seen the exact same thing. Like I knew it was going to happen. I lost myself in that familiarity and just let myself be a part of the elements, a part of the night, a part of the infinity in each one of those stars. It started to taper off and I must have drifted into a dreamless sleep for a while.

The last calls of the owls woke me just before dawn, just as the tiniest line of light was brightening in the eastern sky. My head was still with the stars, still lost in other galaxies and other times, but as the sun rose and the skies became streaked with shades of pink, red and gold, I started to pay more attention. There have been many spectacular sunrises at Montsegur, but this one was on a scale that is almost indescribable it was so cosmic. The sun was so intensely red that it felt like being bathed in fire, like dawn was not just breaking, but it was victorious and charging into the day full throttle. Like a roaring beast that would not be denied. Then it softened and changed back into dawn and a regular day. It wasn't until I packed my bag and turned around that there were other people there watching as well. I never heard them come up through the courtyard and yet they were there, still as statues, completely enraptured at the sight. Smiling at them as I made my leave, I stood in the archway of the door and silently thanked the castle, thanked the mountain for the experience and letting me be a part of it. Then I happily made my way back down the trail..

I did manage to break out of the reverie and grab a couple of shots.




Baptismal of Fire....

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