The other night I found myself out in the dark and the rain, on the banks of a river in the English countryside, trying to improvise a tiny tent before the bulk of the storm rolled in from the west. I was stripped to my undies to keep my clothes from getting wet, my hands shaking as I tied the top of my cloak to an overhanging alder branch and plunged stakes deep into the carpet of stinging nettles that surrounded me. My knuckles were tingling and the scent of some crushed herb floated up from the ground. For just a moment I wondered why I was out here doing this, and then I remembered: I was rubbing up against the world, getting into contact with it, touching it and feeling it touch me back. I was learning to be more intimate with reality.
In my 20's I noticed there was such a thing as being too comfortable, in the carpeted, temperature controlled cushion of a suburban home, for example. I'm still aware of that now in my 70's. I still prefer a hot water bottle on my icy feet rather than 72 degree central heat. Further aging will likely bring different opportunities for me to come up against reality--I aspire to welcome them.
"In my 20's I noticed there was such a thing as being too comfortable, in the carpeted, temperature controlled cushion of a suburban home, for example."
I'm very glad you emphasized this important detail.
The proper aim and ultimate zenith of life is A Suburban Home, An Office Job and A Monogamous Marriage With Kids - which is what we call the Holy Trinity.
I agree that gentle stretching is way better than the forced push that makes my bones pop and nerves yell. I rubbed the dew soaked grass today with wet hands flat and felt connected to our beautiful planet in gratitude and deep love.
I was just heading out to attack a huge patch of tear-thumb weeds(think velcro meets blackberry patch) when I read this. Now I know why I was weirdly looking forward to the experience. The tear-thumb is highly responsive and I’ll sense this very quickly, and feel very alive. I think we’re all looking for the same thing in the relationships around us, go ahead and scratch me up a bit, just do so in-response to me. Let the messy dance ensue.
<<The other night I found myself out in the dark and the rain, on the banks of a river in the English countryside, trying to improvise a tiny tent before the bulk of the storm rolled in from the west>>
This is a catastrophe! Where are the people of England? Third World Sh*tholes' Peoples are more friendly for sure.
In my 20's I noticed there was such a thing as being too comfortable, in the carpeted, temperature controlled cushion of a suburban home, for example. I'm still aware of that now in my 70's. I still prefer a hot water bottle on my icy feet rather than 72 degree central heat. Further aging will likely bring different opportunities for me to come up against reality--I aspire to welcome them.
"In my 20's I noticed there was such a thing as being too comfortable, in the carpeted, temperature controlled cushion of a suburban home, for example."
I'm very glad you emphasized this important detail.
The proper aim and ultimate zenith of life is A Suburban Home, An Office Job and A Monogamous Marriage With Kids - which is what we call the Holy Trinity.
I agree that gentle stretching is way better than the forced push that makes my bones pop and nerves yell. I rubbed the dew soaked grass today with wet hands flat and felt connected to our beautiful planet in gratitude and deep love.
I was just heading out to attack a huge patch of tear-thumb weeds(think velcro meets blackberry patch) when I read this. Now I know why I was weirdly looking forward to the experience. The tear-thumb is highly responsive and I’ll sense this very quickly, and feel very alive. I think we’re all looking for the same thing in the relationships around us, go ahead and scratch me up a bit, just do so in-response to me. Let the messy dance ensue.
<<The other night I found myself out in the dark and the rain, on the banks of a river in the English countryside, trying to improvise a tiny tent before the bulk of the storm rolled in from the west>>
This is a catastrophe! Where are the people of England? Third World Sh*tholes' Peoples are more friendly for sure.