Take A Hike
The last couple of weeks I have responded to a paradox that has puzzled me for quite some time. I am a big proponent of resting on Sunday and doing no work unless unavoidable. I have found difficulty however in actually resting. The time tends to become tense because I am alone with my thoughts. And in that empty space, anxiety sprouts like weeds in my Sunday garden. Monday looms like some sort of monster. And I feel its ominous breath bearing down on me on Sunday. So, I have taken to going for a walk in the afternoon. Not only that, but to take a look at the River from on high. So, it is exercise, fresh air, and a beautiful view, all within 5-10 minutes of my house. For years, I took the river for granted. I was so close that I didn't consider its grandeur. In the words of C.S. Lewis, in The Abolition of Man, it is sublime. That photo above was last Sunday. The River is several hundred feet below. Because I work out six days a week, I really don't want to rack my body