how to disappear completely
i am an addictive walker. i used to be addicted to long bicycle rides. now my addiction is for long walks. often when i find a rhythm i lose track of where i am and even my movement. there is a danger in this because to not know where you are can make you vulnerable to, say for example, walking into a busy intersection and getting smooshed by a car. yet it is lovely to lose yourself in your gait. kinda like meditation. you are here, and you are at the same time elsewhere. the field of time, of presence, ceases, for a while. it is the best sort of getting lost. you are still you but you become something else, somewhere else, when time turns from something to endure and get thru and changes to a vast and narrow at once. not that time stops but that you become dimensional like time and experience it as wondrous pleasure. every step is an additional increment toward an alternative creation.
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Walking along the bike trail earlier this week, I got a reality check when i ran across a mountian lion. B
A big walking fan myself.
Think I'd like to have a spear
in mountain lion country, or a
taser spear or something.
yikes, dude. you didn't run across a mountain lion. it ran across you! consider yourself luck young man to have lived to tell the tale!
jim, me too.
No taser spear, Just a 3" pocket knife. Thank god the beast didn't make me use it. B
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