Today, Simon and I got out for about three or so hours on our snowshoes – the prettiest part of the trip was the old cabin and the trail along the creek. We worked our bodies well and enjoyed actual warm-ish temperatures.
We are both is a state of flux these days – not knowing what comes after this Kootenay adventure, trying things out, pondering, mulling, delving deep, questioning – it’s not what one might call the happiest of times – stressful perhaps – but these are times one travels through on the way to one’s destination.
It’s the way it is.
Or, as they say, another F&^%ing growth opportunity.
The other day, I wandered over to the bookshelf and happened to lift down a book I’ve been carrying with me since I was in my mid-twenties (a long time). It’s called “Reflections” by Hermann Hesse. When I was in my twenties I read everything Hesse wrote – most of it made me thing hard. The Glass Bead Game, Siddhartha – these are not simple books.
As a result of my reading, Hesse became my inspiration. I filled the margins of the book with notes to myself and the back blank pages with longer thoughts. Today, he inspires me again. I don’t know what made me pull this book down, but it now resides on my desk, beside my computer and several times each day I open it at random – and am inspired all over again.
Hesse did not lead what most people would call a remarkable life. He wasn’t even “discovered” in North America until after his death. But his mind, heart and spirit, to me, are remarkable.