WORLDS OVERLAP

Walked to work. Gotta walk back. Simple maths really - plus the Motorway is jammed (apparently), so it’s probably for the best.

Walking gives us so much thinking time! Today I pondered why we resolve dissonances between our beliefs and our experience, and how the spiritual and physical worlds might overlap. Then I worked out how long it would take to walk to the moon. See, that’s how I roll.

I had to go round the back of Stockholmhaven, where I was blasted with an early-morning automated announcement on the loudspeakers. A fire drill test, I supposed. There was nobody else in sight, which made me feel as though I were walking through some sort of post-apocalyptic nightmare. The speakers rasped to an empty world; the lone hiker stood listening, rucksack on his back, thinking about the birds, the quiet moss growing up the trees, how to walk to the moon, and now suddenly, I Am Legend.

It takes 68 minutes to get to work that way. I’d really like to do it more often, though I think I might need new walking boots. It’s so nice to hear the trees, to see the quiet valley, and to breathe in the cold, fresh air. It brings back all the memories of holidays, of treks, of adventures, and of walking to school. Somehow I feel like I understand a bit more about how the spiritual and physical worlds overlap, when they both stretch out before me on the bend of a hill, or call me deeper into the glowing green of a tree tunnel.

I got to work feeling a bit brighter than usual, and changed into my work clothes. Speaking of which, I’d better switch back so I can hike my way home. Plenty more deep, slow thinking to be done.