Last November all that mattered, as it was going to minus ten for periods early December...AND far far more importantly, wishing to have the mind at its very best to honour...well, another story...
...A new start.
That summer up in the ills truly punishing the body at a hard multisex job no one else will help with, so...
Its astonishing a few weeks really at the hard labour July last year - of course 'they' will use fancy terms like 'muscle memory' ...
But it only takes a week or so every year to retain the absolute wonderful zen balance DANCE of doing tough outdoor jobs under pressure - meaning no one to hold a post or a spirit level or fill in the concrete to hold the posts...
Another day i shall collate that film of true joy
And then we have the small space existence- that summer necessarily up in the hills so far from anywhere on the job...practical.
Bt theres so much more in the way every smallest change must remain in the head - meaning habit becomes more than necessary - one lives by habit, and it is all a dream if the habits are retained in the head, meaning for example - one of many but quickest version 1 - no light to put on a switch means having a habit of wearing headtorch to bed, and then having a habit of where it ALWAYS is put so that no matter what one always knows exactly where the torch rests and can find it without that dastardly distraction of thinking...
Then of the morning the perfect danced positioning of the body exactly in the most comfortable place... all a wonderful continual bodily dance to best efficiency - as if in a small space ship...
And then we have that mode which a year ago i rentered thank the lord of movement.. so necessary last December minus ten for days....and many long very cold stretches, no heating... but it is more than move to keep warm, it simply is that there is nothing else vaguely like walkingmoving - marching, really... to keep the mind medatively at its very best...no matter what.
All seems secondary..
But then the very best of mindfulness when ... one realises it is really rather serious - walk, march.. scramble... fairly fast or...else..
just one day just one evening a week ago
But, thank the lord at LAST ... no neurotic show offs... no one eyeing you as if to say "why havent you noticed MY special backpack... my latest fancy walking poles... my best marque walking boots..my special mlti pocketed Rohan bloody trousers at a hundred quid when cutoff shorts perfectly adequate.!?" . NONE of which are EVER needed in bloody England in September ...or even December in the ice and snow...i know
getting back into walking all you need is to be able to walk
there...
and back...
The 'mindfulness' in knowing that not one other person could conceivably assist or even care or...
this needs to be rit propper one day as there really is more than 'something' there is only everting in simply being on the edge - not rugged man against elements nonsense - something else.... i will ponder how to put. But it worked....
It is not 'processing' ones mental stuff, in fact the reverse.... knowing that nothing else but each hurried footstep - and one slip on the goat tracks the old goat could so easily twist an ankle... each footstep as if in the most serious dance competition final of them all.... matters and must be as perfect as possible....so think of absolutely nothing, or no one ...else..
Not even her wonderful need to write the story of her and her father.... or rather how she MUST become EQUAL with the father... him the ultimate Tom Paul James Bond
And i know she understood.... how to.
Anyway there are pathways and there are perfect pathways with two people only in 12 miles one managed not even to be close to...
But it is only one thing that matters - momentum - steady fair paced movement....it is astonishing how the body memorises that is what...is REAL human - and knows when it is in the same loping rhythm weve had as rhythm for millions of years...
No "symbolic" ayahuasca no insights no silly people telling you what to think - because that seems to be the 'industry' of the age of service businesses.... ... the body simply is made for one mode above all - roam... and it roams at its best when it is aware it is serious - a matter i had forgotten.
To be continued...now at last i found my rhythm again...in peace and quiet away from a whole county of almost only suburban show offs...
None i have met understand for a moment being at the behest of nature - all of it... without a wetsuit
