|Baigura, the great mountain watching over the flock.|
“You’re off to great places.
Today is your day.
Your mountain is waiting,
so get on your way.”
|...also watching over us from underneath the clouds.|
I had always aspired to meet a man much like him. And I did. When she finally met the Sheepfarmer, she told me, that yes, it was so...
Manex was sincerity in it’s purest form. He was made of humble self respect, and his oh, so quiet confidence would reflect on those around him, to bring peace within one’s self. You left feeling better than when you arrived. Really.
I do not doubt that others have felt the same after being in his presence. In his 86 years of life, he had truly honored each and every step that he had taken. Always.
I asked my dear, sweet friend if there was something I could do and made the offer of returning her Aita's cremated remains, this November upon our return, to his beloved Basque Country…his Lur Ama, Motherland. She did not hesitate for a moment and told me how she had always imagined releasing his ashes to the winds of Baigura, the mountain which shelters his village, also. The mountain who shared his childhood and of which he spoke so fondly.
So when I return, it will be my honor to take the footpath up to the summit of Baigura, accompanied by the Sheepfarmer, and return Manex to his Lur Ama. To forever breathe in her winds…
And now, EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I look upon our quiet, beautiful, and peaceful Baigura, I think of him, Manex, and aspire to be more like him:
honest, kind and admirable…
It is, for me, the very definition of success in one’s life.