It’s a brilliant, pure, fresh new day.

More often than not, our days have started with a walk up to el Carmel. I love the hill, its trees and how nature absorbs the sounds of the city. Here I'm more alive - come alive with the hill's earthly, grounded, almost heavy energy that despite its grounded heaviness feels light.

Light as a feather. 

Here I walk in the light. The light which is a part of the enormous centre of energy that floods down from the bordering Parc Güell. 

We sit for hours at the top, admiring the view, basking in the sun, enjoying the day. Feeling warm here above the city, cocooned in the embrace of the earth, the light - life.

There are always people; tourists trying to get the best view of Barcelona snapshotted in one picture, locals who come for the fresh air and nature. And despite the constant visitors, there’s a calm. 

A calm that has life in it. 

We never walk alone; the earth rises to walk with us, gently guiding us through the sharp rise up to the top. Holding the loose stones in place under our feet, bending the branches back so that we may walk as easily as possible.

It’s a bliss, a reminder of how even in the city we’re never alone, always accompanied by the guardians inhabiting its borders. Guardians, who reinforce and protect the light that flows down from the neighbouring park into tiny streams that crisscross the city.

The light drew me to Barcelona, the light keeps me here, its ebb and flow, its highs and lows flowing through me as they flow through the city.

The view is brilliant, the sea so close by, shimmering in pure light, moving in currents that we so rarely get to witness, but here, high up, you can see how the masses of water dance in the sunlight.

The mountains surrounding the city rise high and green, green despite the cold, enfolding the light and the city into an embrace, a reminder of how all is one. Of how the land carries us, helps us, saves us, protects us.

Protects the light with which it dances, as it has, since the day we decided to descend on this planet.

It’s a brilliant, pure, fresh new day. A moment in eternity. An eternity that lives here and now, in this moment carved in space.

We’ll come tomorrow again, I say, as we head down, back home. And even at home, I can feel the evergreen source of life that stems from the hills that turn into mountains. I can feel the fountain of light that bubbles in the park. 

Happy, so incredibly happy, that I’ve found my way here. That the light still exists, is remembered, is cherished. That I get to live here, in this time, in this light.

Love,
Ida

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