30/05/2017 26 °C
In the blink of an eye, two months have passed since any new words have appeared on Idyllic Ambling- a direct consequence of my dedication to a new job and the constant tale of non-existent Wi-Fi. Now, after only a sentence, I have yet to regain the rhythm I can usually channel when writing.
The holiday to Alaska is barely two weeks away and the sheer excitement I feel is masking the many challenges which frequently arise in day-to-day life. It has always been instilled in my mind that when you’ve something to look forward to and focus on it can suppress anxiety you feel when your outlook is restricted to the short term or when facing a seemingly unsurpassable obstacle.
During short spurts of spontaneous weekend travel I’ve been gently reminded to walk slowly and carefully while traversing familiar and new ground alike. My hiking companion was meandering several feet behind me one evening as we followed a familiar local trail- actually I was on the trail and he was somewhat off-piste, shuffling between the sagebrush. He beckoned me away from my regulation pathway and gestured me to look underneath a sagebrush bush, close to the root. Beneath it I saw a tiny nest with three eggs resting inside. I questioned how he found this and he said he’d seen a tiny bird flutter away when we approached it. I was grateful to capture a photo before moving away quickly. I imagine the need to slow down is a common thought for many but admittedly it is hard to put into practice.
It is easier for me to take my time and appreciate things when I travel because everything garners rumination, exploration and, sometimes unknowingly, one is simply able to spend more time satisfying their curiosities. We allow ourselves more time when we step out from underneath the umbrella of our responsibilities and travel is truly escapism, at least for me.
I love travelling for many reasons; experiencing and observing different cultures, meeting new people from all walks of life and challenging myself to unearth places or have encounters which go beyond those experienced when I’m only looking through the eyes of a tourist. Whether visiting places where I understand the language or, in contrast, cannot even decipher the alphabet, I always come away with a sense of appreciation for the place I’ve temporarily left behind. For the opportunities it has brought, the people whom I have met and the memories which will forever be engraved there.
To end this entry, I will share a poem I wrote many years ago after hiking. It is titled One Lone Apple.
One lone apple rests gently on the ground,
Near footprints which fade to a point now found,
Rocks dance beneath an explorer’s passing,
A view across west you now begin casting.
Heavy thud bonds tools with dusted earth,
As a moment to contemplate the weight and their worth,
Plastic you feel for as thirst overcomes,
Liquid sensation relieves glaring sun.
Lowered now to gasp a crisp breeze,
Movement and mind at one with ease,
Wings spread above to calmly display,
The hunting of creatures to stalk in the day.
Dirt untouched lays solid ground ahead,
Paper implies a vanished thread,
Land to overbear much dated trail,
An explorer's scent turns oddly stale.
Tools regained a load becomes lifted,
Between curled fingers a dark richness is sifted,
Footprints are now to be compressed once more,
Dusted earth rests with a sole apple core.