I sought peace in many places, in churches, in city streets, in beautiful landscapes, by the stone walls of sacred wells. I tried to pray lying down, but I just fell asleep. I tried sitting, but that is what I do to eat, and my mind wandered. I tried kneeling, but I soon found cramp and numbness interrupting my prayer. I felt unworthy.

I found I needed silence to achieve a suitable ambience. It was easier to clear my mind of all thoughts when there was no sound to distract me, but conversely, the more beautiful the view, the easier it was to close my eyes and banish reality.

So I climbed to a high place used for millennia by seekers after the truth, as evidenced by the weathered monolith which crowns the spot — the Waystone.


© 1999 Helen Whitehead