Or maybe saying “Oh it’s a koan!” has become a cliché. A spiritual mobius strip in the highway to enlightenment?
I ramble. Or maybe not.
We’ve been spending our weekends rambling… hiking. Why? Well, I woke up one morning and decided that was a nice thing to do – waking up, I mean – and something I’d like to continue to do. As I often say to my family, it’s not the heart attack that will kill me; it’s that heart attack that doesn’t kill me that will kill me.
How’s that for a koan!
I doubt I’m alone in fearing a life of slow degradation. Despite watching so many people courageously living their own lives through after heart attacks, cancer, various diseases and injuries, I continue to doubt my capacity to live with grace and ease in such circumstances.
So, I woke up one morning. And I decided that settling for waking up and waddling to the bathroom then bemoaning the double chin and the plus size PJs (I know, I know… you will now need several doses of gore-filled alien-invasion movies to get that picture out of your head) was not enough waking up.
When I worked with that koan, I realized that there is an alternative for “This is it!”
This is not it!
So we began the weekend hikes.