I woke up this morning and went for a run outside despite the lingering, winter air. I’m writing, really writing, for the first time in a year. I came to my computer with the urge to write something; and now realize that this was quite perfectly an inchoate idea.
The picture for the post is one I took on a hike in Honduras this past winter. We were hiking practically vertically up the side of a mountain. On our ascendance I often wondered what it would be like to have the job of climbing this every day to excavate ripe squash and pineapple growing there. I so vividly remember the sun beating down on my friends and I, who at this point had embraced our unbounded sweat, suppressed our relentless stomach noises, and bereaved ourselves of drinking water. This was not so concerning as we were only a short distance from our work site.
Extracting a short, enduring memory as that makes me smile, and that brings me joy. Not just happiness, satisfaction, but joy. Do you think you know the difference? I’m currently reading “The Book of Joy”, the story of the union and conversations between Dalai Lama and Archbishop Desmond Tutu written collaboratively with Douglas Abrams. ‘Lasting Happiness in a Changing World’ reads the cover. I have not even finished yet but I highly recommend.
Anyway, I was upset with myself for forgetting my journal this past winter trip to Honduras. I’m sure I would have captured finer detail if I had blogged while there. There will be more trips, and I will write for those. For myself, and for you, reader.