Leave your mind behind, Baby James.

Well, maybe this isn’t the traditional or expected reason for me to be going on this trip…but it is a real one for me.  In so many ways, this trip is an escape…and though I know one can’t live there, a visit time to time can be a good thing.

I think, all the time. My mind never stops…it wears me out. Although there will be duties and tasks a plenty to carry out, I will not be in the place of having to dream up, develop, qualify, quantify, articulate, integrate or otherwise administer anything. I am a follower, and order taker, a ditch digger on this trip. I am a listener, not a talker. I am an observer, not an actor. And, honestly, I like it that way. I am to step back and try to take in what I observe: see, smell, taste and touch. MY job is to pay attention, absorb and later recount. I am going as a writer more than an actor. I am excited about a different sand, a different angle of the sun’s rays and an atmosphere whose night-time percussion keeps a different beat.

I won’t think about it, pass it though any sieves until we return. I am going to gather…with and around and up.


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One response to “Leave your mind behind, Baby James.

  1. I love those trips.

    I interpreted a wilderness trip last Fall for a certain university. No phone. No internet. Just the group I was working for…me…and nature (and some lousy cafeteria food).

    I loved the trip because the downtime found me by the lake. Serene, silent, solitary. Brain off, heart upward, hands open.

    I have another trip like it in about 2 weeks. I CANNOT WAIT. Middle of the Great Smoky Mountains National Forest.

    Enjoy your trip and gather well.

    Love you, my friend.

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