“Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.”
~ Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
I am very excited about my new hiking boots. Yes, life really is that simply focused for me right now, and it is exactly what I need to process all this Africa experience, now that I have returned to Canada.
“Now shall I walk or shall I ride?
‘Ride,’ Pleasure said;
‘Walk,’ Joy replied.”
I left Africa with only my very breathable hikers, that are not water proof. The cool Canadian winter wind and snow cuts right through them so I have not been out hiking much since my return.
The lobster traps are almost all laced. But still much to accomplish in order to have thus gear ready for the spring Lobster season. Yet, I am tremendously thankful for the workshop to tuck myself away into, to hide, and to heal.
Why heal? Some say it is some form of reverse culture shock, others suggested it might even be a mild form of PTS (post traumatic stress). I have no idea what this is about, but this all sounds too ominous too me.
The reality is that I always have this disorientation every time I return from Africa, and for about four weeks I typically require much solitude, need to avoid crowds, not talk much, work with my hands, and be out in nature as much as possible. Then normalcy slowly sets back in. I am learning not to over analyze it.
“At every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss.” (Paulo Coelho Eleven Minutes)
There isn’t any way I can undertake another 300 km hike like last year. Besides the usual myriad of day trips, I have already been eying up a forty and eighty kilometre outing on which my oldest son may join me. Hopefully I can squeeze them in, in between my commercial fishing trips.
Wearing new hiking boots helped to sooth my soul today.
Going for a short hike, and letting the fresh air lead the next few days. No, I am going to let the fresh air lead my whole spring and summer.
“There is a wilderness we walk alone
(Stephen Vincent Benét, Western Star)