There are lots of reasons to go outside, not the least of which is that our lives require us to be busy all the time, swapping thoughts and data in and out of our heads at a blinding pace, never allowing anything to settle in for too long because there simply isn’t much room in our minds anymore.
I sometimes feel like a pebble on the lake of life, skipping along the surface, barely touching the water before I go on to the next thing. I know at the end I will slow down and touch the water more often and for longer before finally sinking gently below the surface, and the ripples of my existence will show up on the lake for a little while before they, too, settle and disappear.
And I don’t want to spend so much time in the air, in a blind rush to next experience. So I slow down and go outside, and I have to do it for long enough that that mad rush leaves me and I stop churning along a path or a ridge or a wash simply to be doing it, and start walking.
Once I start seeing rocks and trees and things and thinking about them, once I start hearing the rustle of the breeze, my poor overloaded mind can start easing out of overdrive and find the low gears where thoughts move slowly enough that they settle in a little bit, rearrange the place a little bit, maybe tidy up some frayed little corner before they softly leave.
Today’s walk was long enough that I could first rush my rush, and then walk my walk, and then emerge dusty, with sweat stinging my eyes and crusting my cheeks … all without finding a single darn thing!
Fortunately the long ridge we followed came to an end just as my curiosity to see the next rock or boulder did, and even better – there, at the end of the line, a petroglyph panel was waiting.
Let’s look!
After finding this site we had enough energy to keep on exploring, following a new route back to our starting point.
Did we find anything? You always find something out in nature.