As I leave this hilly land for a flatter one, it reminds me of needing to describe the "spots" that I have been experiencing while hiking in the hills and mountains of Catalunya, Navarra, and Euskadi.
A spot...
Both the physical and extra-physical space experienced,
sensed as you move within it.
A place where the body and mind are required to be in a specific gear,
no choice in the matter.
There's the steady climb,
where you lay yourself completely into the spot.
There's the steady descent,
the inverse spot,
when every muscle and mental fiber are forced to brake.
Then,
there are all of the spots in between...
These require a change of gears.
When we tire,
when we become too accustomed to a specific spot,
it becomes harder and harder to shift up or down.
So,
we grind the gears,
or stay in the wrong gear too long.
When it darkens,
it becomes harder to read
all of the spots in the road.
So,
we trip,
and even fall.
Though very often,
there are partners,
who help navigate the road,
who help set the pace,
who help shift the gears,
who catch us when we trip,
or who pick us up from our fall.
These,
are much appreciated spots.
Between,
are countless other spots,
that we travel on our own.
So great to read. Thanks.
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