The late sculptor, Louise Nevelson in her memoir Dawns and Ducks, writes that the essence of living in in 'doing'.
Emily was always 'doing'. This and that. For others, many others, for her family, especially for her friends, for her music.
I wonder if another hike is 'doing', or if it is some means of getting to 'doing'.
I want to 'do'. I'll hike however far it takes me to get there.
2 comments:
It is inspiring to see you wanting to get back on the trail. I envy you. I cannot decide if I should return to the trail or not. I still have not found a job, either. But how long should I keep putting that off? I'm not 61. There is no socially acceptable excuse not to be participating in normal things at my age.
I hope you can return to the trail. I wonder if the AT would call to you and make you decide not to finish the PCT next year.
Recently I was reading a book by Natalie Golberg called Writing Down The Bones. In it she wrote that writing is an art, and as an artist you must not let other things take too much time away from your writing. For those of us who consider hiking their art, things should not take too much time away from hiking, either.
I'm glad to see you 'back'. Bit by bit light will come back into your life. They say "50 is the new 30", so 60 must be the new 40.(I'm 56)
I hope you gain a new insight and find purpose in every day.
Late Lament
Graeme Edge
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young
Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colours from our sight
Red is grey and yellow, white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion
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