“I don’t like either the word [hike] or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains – not ‘hike!’ Do you know the origin of that word saunter? It’s a beautiful word. Away back in the middle ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and when people in the villages through which they passed asked where they were going they would reply, ‘A la sainte terre’, ‘To the Holy Land.’ And so they became known as sainte-terre-ers or saunterers. Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not ‘hike’ through them.” ~ John Muir
“What are men to rocks and mountains?” ~ Jane Austen
The planet seems to be a weird place these days. Or is it me? I know I’ve had one of the weirdest mornings I’ve experienced in a long time. At least I have the luxury of passing it off to mental disorder. Lucky me. I am, of course, being both truthful and ironic when I say lucky. And if I seem to be breaking the taboo against even mentioning a personal mental health issue I can only say WTF it is only truth doing what it does. I mean, one in four Americans, k? Let that sink in. Does it make any kind of sense at all to treat that fact like you would if your dog was taking a dump in the park, and you look away, to make it look like it isn’t your dog at the end of the leash, or at least you didn’t notice, and the dog is being a bad boy behind your back. BTW, bag that stuff up and toss it, and nobody cares if you saw it or not. You’re just being silly, that’s all, and the dog is a dog, park or not. You can thank my father for that analogy. I don’t know why he told me that. I don’t even have a dog, and I am in no mood to speculate, because, as I said, it is a weird morning. There is lightning to the east, up over the mountains. Flat gray sky. There will be snow on the high summits any day now. That’s Autumn in the valley for ya. Beautiful. Today is a workday, and I have to scoot pretty soon. Now that I think of it, it has been a weird week for me, ever since that panic attack on Thursday of last week. That attack was a doozy. I am still not fully recovered, or maybe I just felt a tumultuous change, a metaphorical earthquake, occur my life, and the spiritual transformation that has been going on for months now was simply giving me a swift kick in the ass to remind me to friggin pay attention. My best friend, last February, told me that life is now in session so jump in and hold on. She’s a smart one alright, and beautiful, inside and out. She was speaking of romantic aspirations, but it seems to apply in general. For now, alas, I am out of time to write any more today. Gotta go. I’m gonna make it a good day, no matter how weird it gets.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.