So your health is gone, or your wealth – sign up here, join the club, you are hardly unique.
Or alone …
We are all inescapably wounded, stuck on earth. What can we do?
Well, every destination is available …
Where are you headed?
What is down that road you don’t go?
What is found in that row you don’t hoe?
What is under that rock you don’t overturn?
What’s on the other side of this door?
We’ll exhaust time wandering, wondering, what life is meant for because it all seems so hard. Yet it is so easy. Something starts every time – might have been chance, might have been the most innocuous of connections. Single step, a single seed – outstretched hand, outsized idea or an outrageously hard task …
Crops grow, fires start, people come to life. Farmers harvest, end of growing season – a bumper crop, or sometimes a meager one – but every time, they harvest because they planted. Sometimes we try to start a fire but wood just won’t burn. Sometimes fires start all on their own, result of spontaneous combustion and they generate heat and light and glow in the dark …
We can become whatever we want, do whatever we want, dream of conquering far off shores, thrashing through jungles or climbing great peaks – challenging body, brain and spirit – but when we come home, or if we never leave, there we are.
Ask where you want to go, then go.
Ask what you want to do, then do.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -11C/13F, fuzzy big moon on the other side of the clouds, humidity/chill invigorating, traction terrifying – freeze thaw on uncleaned walks makes things rink-like; Gusta going slow this morning (or was I going fast?) …