Walk to the mountain

I went to the mountain yesterday to talk to the WiseWomanOfTheMountain.  I learned a lot.  I talked with her about my life and she talked about her life.  She told me how much she has enjoyed observing me over the eight years at she has known me.  She tells me I have changed so much.  If she had met me just two years earlier she would have met me before I realized I had Autism, but the coming to grips with the autism and then making concrete changes in my life to mitigate the condition only really started after I met her.  She was not that cause, she was as she said just an observer.  

We talked about Natural20.  She wanted to know about her and she most of all wanted to know important details, not her height, nor her other demensions; she wanted to know the ones that would impact my life like e nature of her relationships with the other people in her life.  She wanted to make sure that Nat20 was going to not bring drama into my life.  She wanted to know about the other people in my life that she knows and the ones she does not.  She explained the difference between Hippie and Hipster.  She explained what it means to be a man or a woman who lives in a box and one that lives out of the box.  I live out of the box, but that might be a factor of who I am rather than a conscious desicion.  

We talked about poop.

We talked about cats.

About her hair.  Her children.

A job interview.  About her area she lives in.  About the people in her life and the cardinal sin in her books: gossiping about her to her.  Gossiping about other people is what happens but it should not happen.  Spreading gossip about the person you are talking to, to them, after swearing secrecy about the subject.  Well I hope I never did that.  I hope that I never will

I left the mountain understanding more about me than I arrived knowing.  That is what happens when you talk to Wise Women on Mountains.