Isn’t it baffling that we need books entitled, How to be Alone, or, How to be Silent, or, simply, Quiet? What’s next? A Dummy’s Guide to Breathing? The Idiot’s Guide to Locking a Door? How to Blink? I get it, though. People are loud. Life is loud. I see it as I move between worlds, between cities and… Read More Quiet, Please. I’m Listening to the Mountains.
“They were called ‘minimalists,’ and they thought that the best route to happiness was not by getting more, but by having less.” ― James Wallman, Stuffocation It started with a book (Stuffocation: Living More with Less, by James Wallman), but in truth it began a long time ago. It is who I have always been (yes, that’s what I… Read More Where Minimalists Go To Play
There is a quote by mountaineer, Hermann Buhl that reads, “Mountains have a way of dealing with overconfidence.” Of course, it isn’t only mountains. It’s the whole universe that is conspiring against us – or for us, depending on your outlook. I’ll tell you why… starting with a simple biology lesson in the concept of… Read More Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride
“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring – it was peace.” ― Milan Kundera Most of the runners I know have at some time “hit… Read More What Hiking With Dogs Has Taught Me About Life
She bolted from the car like a dog that had been cooped up indoors for too long. Her tongue and ears didn’t quite waggle around like my dogs’ when the smell of the woods hits their snouts. But she ran with the same purpose, like Bailey, the youngest, racing off-track over fallen trees and exposed… Read More Eyes on the Tail Not the Trail
I’ll be honest. We didn’t know it was Spring Day until someone said to us on the top of the mountain, “A beautiful way to spend the first of Spring, eh?” Oh yes, we replied, as though it was all intentional, as though we had any grip on time and space. I’ve never been one… Read More Spring Day and Ponderings of Time
There’s a quote that keeps coming to me as I pitch up at the gym in the wrong outfit, repeatedly. It’s winter, colder, wetter, darker, and the treadmill is the only way to hold onto some semblance of fitness. The quote comes to me as I waste another hour trying to find a jersey to… Read More The Mountain Doesn’t Judge
I’ve been practicing something. Something new. Well, something quite ancient, and indeed something I’ve been working at for some time, but it always feels new when faced with an unfamiliar situation, mountain or molehill. I’ve had hormone, uh, hiccups. Muddles, hitches, gremlins, misadventures. Yes, let’s go with misadventures. And since nothing from the outside world… Read More Mindfulness on the Mountain