When groups of men would travel from Tibet to Nepal, they would do so carrying salt to bring back for trade and income. I imagine the journey lasted for weeks, and I imagine they faced many hardships. Of the difficulties that come with trekking across mountains and challenging terrain, there is the simple fact that one would be carrying salt on ones back. I imagine these loads would be as much or more than the weight of the man carrying the load.
And here’s where I heard an interesting story. According to a man I know whose family lineage connects back to these salt traders, when the salt on one man’s back became so heavy of a burden his legs would shake and he could barely take another step, the other men would add to his load.
A man on the verge of collapse would be cared for by having the weight on his back increased. With more than he could bear, he would be forced to carry forth for a little while longer. And then, when it was as much as he could handle, the extra load would be taken off…and the original load would remain, but it would feel lighter. And the man could carry on with the same weight, but with more ease.
In ways I cannot put into words, this story, this truth, this reality, the simplicity of it speaks to me.
“You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.”