Adventures in Interoception

“The best teachers have showed me that things have to be done bit by bit. Nothing that means anything happens quickly–we only think it does. The motion of drawing back a bow and sending an arrow straight into a target takes only a split second, but it is a skill many years in the making. So it is with a life, anyone’s life. I may list things that might be described as my accomplishments in these few pages, but they are only shadows of the larger truth, fragments separated from the whole cycle of becoming. And if I can tell an old-time story now about a man who is walking about, waudjoset ndatlokugan, a forest lodge man, alesakamigwi udlagwedewugan, it is because I spent many years walking about myself, listening to voices that came not just from the people but from animals and trees and stones.” ~ Joseph Bruchac

“I have always longed to be part of the outward life, to be out there at the edge of things, to let the human taint wash away in emptiness and silence as the fox sloughs his smell into the cold unworldliness of water; to return to town a stranger. Wandering flushes a glory that fades with arrival.” ~ J. A. Baker

Weird. The world still looks weird to me this morning. I kind of like it although it is a bit disconcerting. This surprising perspective takes me back to indeterminate times when I had this same feeling; a feeling of depth and novelty. One case I can put my finger on is the 1800 mile solo bicycle ride I took from the Everglades to Tulsa, Oklahoma, of all places. I take no pride in saying that was no small feat. I remain amazed by what I did. So why now? Heck if I know. Like I said: it’s weird. That’s all.

And when the morning light comes streaming in we get up and do it again. ~ Jackson Browne

Thank you, Mr. Browne. I share this quote from “The Pretender” as I stand ready to head off into the workaday world. This will be four days in a row at work and I am friggin exhausted! I can’t remember the last time I . . . oh never mind. Luckily it has been 98% fun. Like the opening photo I have come, nearly suddenly, to metaphorically go out walking in some cold place, perhaps if only to be reminded of what is missing without warmth; yet the sensuous immersion in a cold and snowy world doth appeal as well. Maybe I should go for a walk soon. Out by the gorge in the Rio Grande del Norte National Monument. Well see. There is a lot to do in the next three days off. Three in a row. But practicalities first, right? Right. There’re the new glasses I need to order tomorrow morning, then psychotherapy in the afternoon. Massage Thursday morning followed by a follow-up review of the blood work I had done from the annual checkup. It will be fun to walk into the Nurse Practitioner’s office all limp and mellow from the massage. This all is falling into a kind of novel place when I look at it from the perspective from a new concept I learned recently: the concept of interception. Basically this is how we sense the world from within our body. I have discussed this with my massage therapist but I never had a word for it until now. She noted once that I have a strong sense of body knowledge. It will be interesting to go at it again, now with a really really cool and compelling and intellectual concept to play with. I am coming to explore a place I have been before, but from a more adventurous and playful POV.

Right now I shall go out and look at the mountains as the morning rises ever so slowly behind all that stone. Then grab myself by the ear and move me along into Taos to get the work shift done. Got me a little agoraphobia goin’, but who can blame me after three days of immersion in that corrosive psychic environment in the market place. So says the strongly introverted homebody.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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