By: Blonde Two
The song above (link here if you can bear it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmUp2jyHd9Y) is not really about a Blonde but about a poor old bear who struggles his way over a mountain in anticipation of what he is going to see. He finally gets to the top only to find that the only thing on the other side is lots more mountains.
As I have been walking/gliding/hiding my eyes up a fair few mountains over the last few days, this song has been in my head (Blonde One would call it an “ear-worm”). On first listening to the song, a Blonde might feel sorry for the bear and share in his disappointment. What on earth is the point, a Blonde might ask, of climbing a whole mountain only to find that there is yet more climbing to do?
There is, of course, the possibility that the song was written as a metaphor for life and its ‘toil and disappointment’ cycle. But you would only believe that, wouldn’t you, if you believed that life was all about toil and disappointment. Being Blonde, I obviously don’t. Do I believe that there are disappointments? Clearly yes. Do I believe that there is toil? Well if there isn’t, I don’t know what Blonde One and I have been doing for the last year. Do I believe that toil and disappointment are inextricably linked? Don’t be a dullard (what a wonderful word), of course I don’t. Sometimes we work hard and are rewarded, sometimes we work hard and are not.
This is all getting a bit deep and entangled now isn’t it, maybe that is what mountain air does to a Blonde. It makes sense in my head so you will just have to trust me. And anyway, who is to say that the bear was disappointed to see more mountains? Maybe, like me, he got to the top, saw all of the other mountains and was just happy that they were there.
The wonderful thing about the mountain vista though is, that although it is “just another mountain” doesn’t the view take your breath away (sometimes quite literally!!!) every time??? A bit like Dartmoor, you never tire of the view!!!
Goody! All the more mountains to climb.
I think a Blonde would be very disappointed to toil all the way to the top only to find nothing else to look at and strive to conquer!
That 2nd piccie is GORGEOUS!
the man (of woman) of the mountains lives in that world of exciting and uplifting toil and reward –
we are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go
always a little further; it may be
beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow
across that angry or that glimmering sea . . .
on that golden journey (whether to Samarkand or beyond) . . .
glad you are glimpsing your own reward
Lovely Gimmer. “Always a little further;…” and never, ever, backwards!