If you've been to any of my workshops, or know me at all, you know I love to hike. Being outdoors is literally the breath of fresh air that truly grounds me. Because it's been a rainy winter here in the Northeast, and Lyme continues to limit my usually boundless energy, I have been doing more walking in the city than in the country.
Blessed with a bit of post holiday down time at the office, I did a bit of surfing, and came across this amazing conference site.
Already a walking enthusiast, reading about the speakers and their work opened up my heart and head about what walking is. As I wrote to a freind: if every step and every breath I take is a work of art — well the beauty of the universe brings tears to my eyes.
This notion, and an article I read in this month's Audubon Magazine about snowflakes gave me the inspiration I needed to get outdoors on Sunday, and take a beautiful midwinter hike. The rain after the snow had created a crust thick enough to hold me - something I haven't experienced I think since I was a kid. On the trail I smelled a sweet perfume, and knew it had to have been a doe that recently passed this way. Her tracks were everywhere, and I heard her further up the hill crunching through the crust.
I'll leave you to your own musings after reading both. But just add that I'd also recently seen Kinsey, and the one thing that sticks out in my mind after seeing it, is the idea that each one of us is completely entirely unique, like the insects Kinsey first studied, and every flake of snow.
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