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.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
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