the discipline of doing it

the discipline of doing it

It is easy to want to slack, do nothing, ‘take care of it tomorrow’… believe me, I am as guilty as any, but then I have days like today, where, OK, I am not conquering the world, but when the comfort of my bed (anyone who does not have a super soft duvet can not understand…), anyway, when the comfort of my bed calls like a siren and I am already on the rocks, and the day outside is still really cold (ok, not the brutal cold we have had locking us down the past couple of weeks (how do you people in Alaska etc do this???))… anyway…. I got my ass out of bed and the house to explore a frozen (mostly) lake… why? Do it and you will find out. There is something magical about nature in all forms… even this icy one. it can really help take you out of your mind, the every day, the race, this is important I posit, very important. One, it is not the beach, it is not comfort but somehow even the winter sun shining on you has a blissful effect. Sitting alone on a bench just listening to the subtle cracking sounds of the ice, the geese, temp inhabitants at this lake today, the various birds who do not flee south, a robin, an ambassador perched on a tree next to me closer than usual, or so I think, the bright red breast standing out like a beacon among the empty trees and vast white swath of snow that has had a really long shelf life this winter here, there have been other winters like this in my life, this is not some strange thing, but we measure things in such a simple manner, in our terms, in our life… sitting on a bench, maybe people think I am sad or depressed, nah… just taking in even the majesty of a lake blanketed with slumber ice, waiting for the thaw, I would ice fish, that looks pretty cool, but this is not what today was about, it was about getting out somewhere I have never been, some place I have driven by a thousand times, still within ear shot of humanity, the backfires of cars, the racing car morons, planes overhead, not so moronic (I hope)…but, with all that, you can still listen to and up from the ground (and should)… I spent many more days like this the past few years after not doing so for most of my life… not even bringing my notebook to write… I used to do that quite frequently… but this is more like a detox from humanity in the little spaces of escape that exist in if you just seek them out…. here is a short vid from today, maybe it can bring you there with me, maybe not, but I implore you to do the same in your state or country, you will thank me, or fall off a cliff trying, but that is really not my fault…

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