Outside
This could be a longie. Hang on to your metaphorical hat, or maybe use it to clean off the chalkboard, since I’ll need all the room for words that I can get. Thank you in advance for your assistance.
Having a rough go here in eternity central. Not used to all this tramping uphill. Used to be I only walked downhill, if at all. I do have a great love for the outdoors, at least theoretically. I know I love to look at beautiful pictures of it, or read about how inspiring it is. And I am a description hound, in my reading. But when it involves heavy sweating, dirt, oodles of biting insects, and painfully sore legs, I tend to view nature with a touch of loathing. Actually the viewing part I can handle, it’s the being inside of it that is more difficult.
For decades bodily comfort has been my main goal at all times. Exactly how unitchy, unsweaty, unsticky, and un-there my body is, and how relaxed all my muscles are was the main thing. To get my body to not exist in my imagination was the very best. Nothing but Emerson’s seeing eyeball. A thinking, imagining, and judging machine, unhampered by such horrific experiences as moderate bodily discomfort.
That lifestyle, however, was not conducive to a good life, so when I found a way to enjoy exercise, I was exceedingly gratified. This journey of the body in the last couple days has been a toughie, though. Going back to the old ways, at least in my feelings.
But with the help of some very wise and loving people (Sang Mo and Jennifer Nim Somebody, to be kinda precise), I have managed to break away from old tendencies, at least for the day.
Was planning to go on longer on this subject, but training looms.
Your traveling love machine,
LWIII
Lovely to have you back in full vocabulary! Absolutely loved the part about the idea of nature and the actual experience – hilarious, and so very true. Applies to a lot of ideals…
For me, the moment of truth comes when my vague spiritual sense of ‘being one’ is challenged by actually dealing with my fellow man. I tend to prefer being one with all while remaining on my own.
Has been a pleasure, dear, thanks for an enlightening read and a good laugh.
Much love,
Gabriele
Hey Gabriele! My vocabulary seems to be running away with me these days. Oh well! My sense of being one with and loving the English language is challenged as soon as I read what I’ve written.
So sweet of you dear friend to stop in and comment. You have no idea how grateful I am to you.
Love to you,
t