A path through the forest. The end to a long walk. I’ve been walking 3-4 times per week for nearly 6 years now. It is frankly something that relaxes me and gives me time to think. My best thoughts come on those walks. I didn’t get to walk yesterday and probably won’t today either. The issue now is that its dark outside when I leave in the morning and dark when I come home.
I got a really sad email from an old friend yesterday. It made me sad to read the email. He was, as Hamlet said a man of infinite mirth. And actually at sportsmind he nearly did bear me upon his back. He is and always will be someone I respect and admire. The email made me step back from my little blog of the other day a little and gain some perspective. When those around you aren’t treated in a way that is fair you have to speak out. You have to (as my favorite poet and poem reads) “rage against the passing of the light.” I heard you pal. those who do not read history books are doomed to repeat history over and over. (Those who replace their history with new histories, are doomed to repeat history as well.)
Last night Luke and I ran to the mall to pick something up. I remembered as we walked into the door that I hate being in malls this time of year. It happens to me once a year, I forget and barge into a mall scenario. Then it doesn’t happen again for a year or so. Ergo, another year mall free for me!