Yesterday, in the morning before the rains came, I went for a hike at Quail Hollow State Park. Photos for today’s post are from that hike. I hiked 5k, a practice run for tomorrow’s Color Run (which I’ll be walking, as I expect quite a few folks will be doing since it’s not a race but something done for fun).
Start with meditation, and things will go on growing in you — silence, serenity, blissfulness, sensitivity. And whatever comes out of meditation, try to bring it out in life. Share it, because everything shared grows fast.
Back in the 1960s, a team of researchers in Japan, led by Dr. Yoshiro Hatano, figured out that the average person walks about 3,500 to 5,000 steps a day. It was then recommended that if people were to walk 10,000 steps a day, you would have thinner, healthier people. The 10,000 steps program might also be related to Dr. Hatano’s marketing of a pedometer called the manpo-kei (meaning 10,000 steps meter).
I see that the life of this place is always emerging beyond expectation or prediction or typicality, that it is unique, given to the world minute by minute, only once, never to be repeated. And this is when I see that this life is a miracle, absolutely worth having, absolutely worth saving. We are alive within mystery, by miracle.
~ Wendell Berry
Being in the woods in autumn can sometimes be a little overwhelming. Mother Nature puts on such a grand show that it’s difficult to know where to look first. There is color everywhere, from the tops of the trees that are still retaining their leaves to the forest floor carpeted with the multicolored leaves that have let go.
Early this morning, I sat at the dining room table looking out at the pond every now and then as I scribbled my morning pages. Most of this start-of-the-day writing is blah, blah, blah, but I’m surprised by the occasional insight that creeps in. That’s what happens, I suppose, when you de-clutter your mind.
I had the patio doors open so I could listen to the sounds of morning. As the sun came up, the cicadas took over for the chorus of crickets. The kingfisher chattered at the back of the pond, his rattling cry rolling along the surface of the pond and up to the house. The water carries sound well.
M and I have been talking about taking a walking tour vacation. Someday. We’ve done a little research and thought about different places. Places we’ve considered include (but are not limited to) the Pembrokeshire Coast Path in the U.K., and Nova Scotia in Canada. (Note: I’ve provided links to give you an idea of what I’m going on about, not as a recommendation for any particular tour. I googled, these came up, and I picked them as examples. We haven’t gone so far as to pick a touring company.)