Last saturday I went snowboarding.
It was a nice solitary trip.
Got to pick and choose where I went and at what speed with no consideration other then the few feet that was in front of me.
after going up about once a year for the last six years, I finally am starting to feel just as comfortable as I do on my skateboard. This is a wonderful feeling. Like having a true love reborn in a new form and finding out that what you love has nothing to do with what form it comes in.
It is like when I was recently using plaster to carve some heads. The first two looked like odd attempts to recreate African primitive simplicity while using my feet to do the carving. but about the fifth one, my understandings of how to let myself express myself had finally woken up, had it's coffee, and come over to offer much needed advice, and upon seeing the state-of-affairs, quietly took over.
It is such a feeling, when the work of something melts away and I can become lost within an activity. To be able to see the landscape open for exploring.
What's that?.......Oh.....Uh... no sir, Yes this is work related, yes sir, right away sir. It will be on your desk in ten minutes.