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athenagreyThis year's January project has me outdoors looking for something akin to a needle in a haystack. I have been playing the technology-enabled scavenger hunt game of geocaching. Starting with a brief description, maybe a hint or two, and the GPS coordinates, I have been looking for small containers containing a log book to sign. Why? Why not! It gets me outside, to places I haven't been, and it gives me a chance to look closely at my surroundings.
It's good for mind and body, and it's lots of fun.
It's helping me find some pleasure in the surroundings I have come to dislike. I may have to be here another five years, which seems like an endless amount of time. I should seek to find as much beauty in my surroundings as I can.
Using the GPS receiver has been a surprising pleasure. I've always thought that I didn't need one because I don't go far enough to get lost. Now I can. I mean I can go far, not get lost. Well, I can get lost if I want to. I have set the GPS to ignore highways and it takes me wandering along the back roads. They aren't the idyllic country roads that I love, but there are patches of woodland to be seen, and yesterday I found the entrance to a hiking trail that I want to explore.
I want to get back in the habit of posting in this journal, writing about my day and the way that the Goddess touches the simplest of things. I don't want to define or debate anything. That's not my talent and it is not my pleasure.
Yesterday, I went for a walk with one of my neighbors. We decided to walk a mile and a half to the market in the next town, even though we live right next to a perfectly adequate market. It was overcast, chilly, windy, and uphill most of the way there. It gave me a perfect chance to think about the element of air. Sometimes I was breathless, struggling against the wind. Inquiry is piercing and sometimes bittter. Logic and reason can be chilling. The shadow side of intellect can be cruel and heartless. The wind does not see the destruction it leaves in its wake. Too much of this makes me want to huddle inside and let the sharp wind blow past.
There are time that it is necessary to see the the shadow as well as the light.
It's good for mind and body, and it's lots of fun.
It's helping me find some pleasure in the surroundings I have come to dislike. I may have to be here another five years, which seems like an endless amount of time. I should seek to find as much beauty in my surroundings as I can.
Using the GPS receiver has been a surprising pleasure. I've always thought that I didn't need one because I don't go far enough to get lost. Now I can. I mean I can go far, not get lost. Well, I can get lost if I want to. I have set the GPS to ignore highways and it takes me wandering along the back roads. They aren't the idyllic country roads that I love, but there are patches of woodland to be seen, and yesterday I found the entrance to a hiking trail that I want to explore.
I want to get back in the habit of posting in this journal, writing about my day and the way that the Goddess touches the simplest of things. I don't want to define or debate anything. That's not my talent and it is not my pleasure.
Yesterday, I went for a walk with one of my neighbors. We decided to walk a mile and a half to the market in the next town, even though we live right next to a perfectly adequate market. It was overcast, chilly, windy, and uphill most of the way there. It gave me a perfect chance to think about the element of air. Sometimes I was breathless, struggling against the wind. Inquiry is piercing and sometimes bittter. Logic and reason can be chilling. The shadow side of intellect can be cruel and heartless. The wind does not see the destruction it leaves in its wake. Too much of this makes me want to huddle inside and let the sharp wind blow past.
There are time that it is necessary to see the the shadow as well as the light.
