Whenever you are standing on a high mountain you feel free and
happy. You see around you bigger and smaller mountains, you
feel the music they play together, nothing irritates you, nothing
seems to trouble your sight. You feel happy.
An extract from ‘Whenever you are standing on a high mountain’ by German Dada artist Kurt Schwitters (1887-1948). He fled Nazi Europe and settled in the English Lake District in 1945.
Schwitters is one of my favourite artists, and that poem often comes to mind.
Standing on a high mountain and absorbing the view is wonderful for one’s perspective. And because I’ve been something of a stress-bunny these last two weeks, I’m going to stand on a high mountain this weekend.
I'm not much of a mountaineer -- but I can scamper up a fell. More fell jogging than fell running, and a pack of lean and wiry runners usually overtake me. But who cares? It’s all about reaching the top!