Ramblings on wellness: part ii
Still thinking about my last blog and questions raised therein; I cannot rest until I lay down with my tattered and much loved & dog-eared copy of "Nature walking by Emerson and Thoreau. Let me share a more memorable excerpt therein which aides my mental wanderings:
"I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks, who had a genius, so to speak, for sauntering; which word is beautifully derived "from idle people who roved about the country, in the middle ages, and asked charity, under pretence of going à la sainte terre" — to the holy land…for this is the secret of successful sauntering.
He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all, but the Saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea."(http://thoreau.eserver.org/walking1.html)
mental health wondering
sauntering in mental health.
taking a walk inside the mind-
going on a scared journey inside the mind;
and body and spirit and emotional self.
creating a sacred journey of self in the environment of our lives
reconnecting with the creative journey of the sacred self......
Above-a plain glass, fired more than several times on many different occasions as example of painting on the medium of glass; still has yet to be drunk out of as such. I found it again by the stove today, fired again with heavier paint encrusted there on and, instead, turned it up to look within; only to find a amazement of light and color and inspiration, leading me back outside.
"Half the walk is but retracing our steps. We should go forth on the shortest walk, perchance, in the spirit of undying adventure, never to return; prepared to send back our embalmed hearts (2) only, as relics to our desolate kingdoms." (http://thoreau.eserver.org/walking1.html)
like the snow which has changed to rain outside my window
I will let go of expectation of product
and let process unfurl into the swelling brook below the bridge I wait on at 3pm everyday.
I shall float that sacred of flies therein
awaiting Nature's healing bite
to bring me home