I will be the first person to admit that I can sometimes have an attitude problem. I do recognize it and try real hard to deal with it when it plagues me. This happened last Sunday while at church. I really didn't feel like being there, and so I left early. I went home, packed up my cross country skis and away I went. I skied for over 2 hours. It was amazing! I went west across a farmers field, and then north making my way through a bunch of trees. The sky was overcast and light snow was falling, but I was sweating hard, and enjoying every minute. In the trees, I felt like I was back home in BC. The atmosphere was very quiet and peaceful. As I skied I focused my mind on the rhythm of my skis moving across the snow. There wasn't much else for noise, except the odd bird announcing my arrival.
The further I went, the more and more I could feel my attitude fade, and by the time I was finished skiing, it was gone completely. I had an interesting experience while crossing the middle of the farmers field. I stopped, and felt a sudden need to fall to my knees. I did, and then I held my arms out to the sides, ski poles in hand, and with my eyes closed, I turned my face up to the sky. And right there in the middle of the farmers field with no one around but the birds. . . I wept.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
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