It's not that I'm getting older. Or slowing down. But I walk more. I still run, still push myself. Hey man, I'm still hardcore, haven't gained weight in the past year. I still know how to earn sweat. I walk to notice the things I only ran by. I walk to keep up with the girls.
You can't build forts if you're too busy running. You can't stare into nesting ospreys or cardinals playing hide and seek. Only lying on your back can you properly discuss cloud formations, what color blue the sky is, or imbibe the cosmos via stars in the night sky.
I heed the same elders: Hass, Snyder, Merwin, Merton. I've maybe added a few to the list: bluebird, woodpecker, hawk, At this time last year, I wrote this on turning 42. The view has changed, but I try to live each of those things everyday, the best I can.
It's not that I'm getting older, but life feels deeper this year. Like I've had a year submerged and am getting back in touch with the air.
I have no new advice this year. I'm not generally one to give it, and not always to take it anyway. But I still think Gary Snyder got it right when he advised:
To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:
stay together
learn the flowers
go light
I don't dare to add to Gary's simple mantra. But if I were, I might say:
find your people
watch the birds
go for walks
2 comments:
Thank you, Mike! I have always enjoyed your articles. You always succeed in making me dig deeper into myself.
Christine Farmar
Thank you, Chris! That is a phenomenal compliment, thanks for reading :)
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