Joni woke me at 5 in the morning. She lovingly made me my coffee; I drove to the Napa Valley. Worked all day as a socialist social worker. Got my room. Fell dead asleep for one hour. Woke up.
Took my walk then.
Not a long walk, hell, I was still half asleep from getting up early, driving, working. I told a colleague that I might as well have a hangover, because going to work without enough sleep is much the same experience. Except you didn't have the fun of the night before.
And it is this silly blog that got me outside. Not that there are that many readers. Not that anybody really reads every walk. I do it for myself. To have time outside.
How is it that we got to be such an inside nation? I drive by huge developments that have McMansions on them. They are all designed for inside living. That isn't living!--that is practicing to lie in a tomb!
Get outside.
Engage in the world. Smell a flower, step in dog dung, pick up some trash, kick a can, hug a tree, trip on a rock, slip on some sand, get pooped on by a bird, walk through poison oak, pee in the snow, spy on a neighbor, be mountain lion bait at sunset.
These things keep me sane...
3 comments:
I love that image: "practicing to lie in a tomb." So apt! In my Hospice work I visited many families in suburban developments who lived in hermetically sealed homes. They didn't even have to get out of their cars to open their garage doors -- just push a button, drive in, push a button again and the door closes behind them. No danger of actually risking face to face contact with a neighbor. (Not that any neighbors were actually out.) And their kids were actually forbidden by ordinance from walking to school, three blocks away.
Ha, I'm just reading about your Thursday on Saturday and seeing coincidences to what I wrote Friday--mansions and outside and dog dung.
Woods...they wouldn't let kids walk to school? Wow...that sort of reminds me of the cruelty done to women when they used to bind their feet so that they never would have to walk. Amazing...
Green :) So does that mean that we are tapping into the same collective unconscious? Was Jung correct? If we are doing such, I feel sorry for you. I wouldn't want to belong to any unconscious that I belong to. :)
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