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A WALK IN SPACE TIME

5/19/2016

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Lower Rogue trail.
Very tired at the end of another 13 mile day of hiking, I ask myself WHY? Why do I haul, sweat, balance, lift, climb, descend on the trails in these mountains, along this river? The views are spectacular, the river is a constant reminder of the flow of things, ongoing, never ending, moving toward a point in the distance. As I hike, I too move toward a point in the distance. 
I move because I can. I move with more grace as the days pass by, my gait steadier, my swing loser. I move with joy in the green coolness of the morning, with confidence in the middle of the day as I traverse a narrow slanted slate hillside, I move with gratefulness as the last mile leads me to a spot for a night of rest. I move, and as I move all day, day in day out, my flexibility increases. In my home, comfort is my nemesis, the sly devil that takes away the life in my limbs. I have succumbed to it, made my pact with it. A walk along the river for four days makes me think and reconsider. I walk to keep confidence in a body that can move, a body living what it’s destined to do.
WHY do I walk? I see the sights when I walk. I wear no glasses, just a hat. Green, green in all its shades, with browns and splotches of color from the masses of wild flowers, but predominantly green is the color of this hike. The fresh green of the new oak leaves, the spry green of the dancing grasses, the dark green of the evergreens in the shadows of the canyon. There is no old green, faded green. Green is the rest for my eyes, away from backlit two dimensional screens. Green lights up in the sun, sparkles against a waterfall. Green is the healer for my eyes. After a few days, I don’t need glasses to read the print on the map. I know it won’t last, but I know that I can turn the clock back on my aging eyes by giving them a vacation in nature. And the views you ask? Big views of the canyon, early morning rising over the water, sun catching the top of the trees, the water dark, cold, flowing, ever flowing, night and day. The small views of delicate ferns, black ferns, Woodwardia fern, a blade of rattlesnake grass, a clump of leaves from last season lost in the branches hanging over the river, high water marks of what went before. I walk to see the world I’m a part of in space and time
WHY do I walk? It’s a new season. A season that gives me confidence that there will be another year, a future. A river that tells its story of torrents of rain, snow, water forces surging and depositing snapped off branches, a 50 foot bare tree trunk balancing on top of a rock 20 feet above the water. What sounds ricocheted through this canyon as the water stormed through? The river so calm now, flowing full, but contained on a sunny early morning in May. I walk to witness, to be part of this nature, to know there will be another season. I walk to make this moment in time my world.
WHY do I walk? The newness is the old, a repeat, of season after season, of my soul spiraling, soaring like the eagle on the air currents high above the water, waiting, looking for another lucky moment, a fish for survival. For four days I get to just be, waiting for a fast running creek to get my water, for a good log to enjoy my meal, a spot of grass to sleep the satisfying sleep of physical effort in a world so much bigger than me, bigger than my small life at home. I walk to know my place in the order of things.

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Anne
5/20/2016 11:48:56 am

Your description of your hike along the Lower Rogue is beautiful, insightful, questioning. I hiked this route many years ago during the heat of summer when there wasn't much green. Experiencing your purpose as related to walking and feeling yourself as part of the greater whole is what it's all about. Thanks for sharing and for the inspiration to keep moving.

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Dami
5/22/2016 01:31:43 pm

Thanks, it was an inspirational hike. Each year the route is a different experience. Fun to notice how my perspectives change from year to year. Maybe you'd like to come along next year

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Jade link
2/15/2021 05:38:34 pm

Loved reading this thank youu

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Dami
2/15/2021 06:07:42 pm

I'm pleased that my blog gave you a 'moment' of pleasure in your life. A new perspective I hope

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