Sunday, October 1, 2017

‘… and into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” – John Muir

23 September
“The Human Condition: A User’s Manual,” by Arnold Kunst
Learn to let nature get in the way. Let’s suppose you’re wrapped up in some variant of that oh, so delicious sense of “Poor Little Ole’ me!” wounded pride/self-pity. Then you step outside and find yourself in the presence of a breathtaking sunrise, or a sunset – get the message. Nature, or God, or the Universe is trying to say something to you. It’s subtle, and it requires a certain degree of tranquility, and it goes something like this: “put the thing [whatever it is that you’re wrapped up in] in some perspective by focusing on this!” My guess is, whatever it is that Nature is calling you to revel in, it’s probably more valid than that Poor-Little-Old-Me thing. When you think of it, self-pity is everyone’s natural prerogative. Or, to put it crudely, it’s as common as dirt. But that sunrise/sunset can be, if you and I but permit it, uplifting, transformative. So are the subtle aromas of flowers, or the plumage of the simplest of birds, or the taste of pure water on a really hot day, or the feel of your kitten’s fur, or fresh air pumping into your lungs as you go jogging in a torrential downpour.
But you need to know the following: if you succumb to the seductive power of self-pity you will of necessity be on the lookout for every pebble on the road of life – and then figure out a way to trip over it. And since self-pity, especially validated self-pity, is so powerfully seductive, when you do succumb to it, unfortunately you really are as common as dirt.




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