I'm a mid-lifer who has hiked The Whites and parts of Utah, Arizona, Hawaii and Ireland. I love the outdoors, especially winter in New England (although I haven't given winter in the West a try...yet). My "mid-life-crisis" is requiring that I quit my job and hike the Appalachian Trail this year and I think I'm going to listen to THAT voice since the timid-safe voice hasn't done much for me thus far. I've been reading so much - especially the blogs on The Trek and I can't wait to meet some of this year's thru-hikers!! I'm a little undecided right now about where to start but I'm leaning on flip-flopping, starting at Harper's Ferry. Anyone else?
Trance: abstraction: state of being lost in thought.
I can be ‘lost in thought’ anywhere – and a lot. This photo was taken after a very steep climb; the view and the breeze were the perfect reward and I had no choice but to take the opportunity to contemplate the blessing it was to be on the trail on such a gorgeous day.
The downpour we received for most of the day yesterday brought the temperature down nicely but the forecast is for mid 80’s today and that’s not in my wheelhouse of comfort. I had agreed to go on a local hike – not the white mountains but it’s enough of a workout to make me sweat. I had considered wearing pants when I woke earlier as the air has a wet and chilly feel to it but in another couple of hours it’ll probably just be muggy. I have time to decide.
It’s been a busy week: some good, some – not so much.
I won’t elaborate but it’s been a subdued week due to some tense relationships lately. I suppose since I do have other people living in the house that solitary might be considered not appropriate but I’ll argue that, if one can be lonely in a crowd, then I can be solitary in a house with other people. I’ve been doing my own thing lately and I’m okay with that – it’s worked out pretty good.
Living a solitary life forces me to find things I enjoy and learn to do things solo. I have no problem eating out alone although I only do it when I have a craving for something special, I also kayak alone, hike alone, go the movies alone (again, not often) and I have plenty of activities that I enjoy that is almost exclusively solo endeavors. Lately I’ve resumed my sewing (small, quilted wall-hanging in photo just needs to have ties and finish the bottom!) – due in part because I am still not working and I need to have things to occupy my hands/creativity and also because I have (until six years ago) spent so much money on fabrics and sewing accessories, etc. that I have been feeling guilty for not finishing designs I’d bought or started. This time I’ve spent alone, going through my stash and finding piecework I’d forgotten I had, has been a ‘gift’ since it has rekindled my creativity and enthusiasm for something that I’d thought I’d never get back to doing agian.
I’ve also cleaned out my basement – almost 20 years of the entire family using it as storage (it’s really long forgotten crap that no one wants anymore) – which involved me hoisting LOADS of shit up through bulkhead and spreading it all over the deck to determine what to do with it. Much will go to ‘recycling’ unless the owners *adult children* show up to take care of it. That was long overdue.
..in addition to the kayaking/floating in the river/lakes, blueberry picking, socializing, hiking with my fur-babies and, my favorite pastime, sitting in my private back yard on my deck or porch READING and drinking wine/beer.
I do what I want, when I want and I don’t compromise with anyone on anything. It’s my time, my home, my money and my life. I may not be “sharing” it with someone but I sure as hell have been enjoying it lately.
– neat, sunny, colorful with blue skies and puffy white clouds.
Instead, it’s more like this:
– making do with whatever I have on hand, airing my dirty laundry, meager belongings.
Organization is a process and it isn’t always represented as a neat package, linear with well defined edges. Sometimes it’s an organization of the mind or time or a ‘to do’ list or priorities and has nothing at all to do with appearances.
day to day, the minutia of events from morning to night involve thousands of thoughts and movements; getting up, shower, dressed, coffee – no breakfast, checking social networks/texts (how many dozens/hundreds of times?), making a phone call, work, socialize, pay bills, have the car serviced, run to the post office, grocery store, kids school, dry cleaners, getting dinner, doing laundry, looking for something, always searching for something not quite lost but absentmindedly misplaced, making plans for the next weekend, reminding ourselves of some momentarily forgotten ‘thing’ we ‘have to do’, watch TV, listen to music (downloaded on the phone, of coarse); minute by minute…we are “busy” with “things” we have to do, texts or calls we have to make, constantly ‘plugged in’ to the real world.
Busy, busy, busy.
What are we really accomplishing with all our energy dispersed willy-nilly throughout our day…days…months, years…lives?