awesome ascetic wanderer day

[snorkel]

Today there was nothing interesting to involve myself in, so I had a lonely adventure.

I took my sax to a nature reserve and played in the woods (didn't see anyone as usual), it's fun hearing the sound outside rather than in a room. It was very enjoyable and I think I'll make a habit of it.

I drove around and read books at random spots, took a couple short naps in some sunny grass, took some photos. I walked around in neighborhoods I've never seen before, to see what was there.

This evening I smoked a pipe (I should make a thread about that) and watched the moon become repeatedly covered and uncovered by passing clouds as the sun set.

On the way home I turned the stereo off and just thought about things as the deserted highway swished by.


This was, I feel, a very good use of a day. Has anyone done something similar recently?

[Samus Aran]

Nothing like that recent, but it's funny you mention that, because I plan to make it a habit to just drive around places I haven't been to up here in northern Minnesota this school year, the reason being that I'm going to be living on campus and thus have no other real use for my car except maybe a trip to the local Wal-Mart now and then. So since I'll have extra gas money, I'm going to make use of it and just go to nearby towns and stuff, just to look around. After all, I'll only be here for another year...it's high time I see what else is here before I leave for good.

[Selkie]

I should really get more creative with things to do....

when I am bored I usually just sit inside and surf the internets or float around in my pool.

I'm gonna go to more random places more often, and soak in all of nature's beauty more. I'm too used to staying inside the boundaries it seems.

[Nyerp]

get a job hippie

[spoiler]i wish i could do something like that :'([/spoiler]

[Selkie]

I think tomorrow I'll ride my bike around my area and stop at a farm I know of that has lots of chickens. And spend some time with the chickens.

I've randomly all of a sudden become very interested in birds it seems like....

[Boogus Epirus Aurelius]

I do this. More often than not, though, I'll try to find someone like-minded enough to go with me. My girlfriend's a fine explorer and a wonderful reflection companion.


There's a comfortably large tract of wood very near where I live and we often go there and tool around and try to get lost. The most exciting time was when we ventured off a particular trailhead and found this dilapidated old shed way way back in the woods. We ate our lunch there. We tried finding it after that but never could.

[Socks]

It is a wonderful interest for sure. I often find myself drifting and deviating from even the most basic and mundane of plans (those that require no second thought or special emphasis) to seemingly roam aimlessly and examine the world around me. In a sense, it is a sobering experience for a city fellow like me.

Each looping intersection of commerce and travel harbors nothing but another long hand of carved earth, stretching for miles and beyond. There are ideas too, there are drives, created designs, and there are even grand philosophies at workââ,¬Â¦ its value, which, I cannot easily determine, much less judge. Although I do so.

This sort of reality is pervasive, and a times, burdensome. Yet there is something quite fantastic about moving within it totally submerged.  What I mean isââ,¬â€�the physical nature of your movement becomes subservient to a larger purposeââ,¬â€�there is a subversive rhyme and reason to the benign, and the terrible. I cannot help but notice.

From this point I tend to consume myself in a dynamic and constant train of thought. Each seeping insight transforms into a magnificent unfurling string, glistening in the night. All the while my conscious is wound tight, suspended like a lute and played beautifully by the melancholy tunes that propagate outward from the landscape, with radiance and essence.  
But Man's trivialities are endless, and his deathly fingers know no bound as they claw on... so I search for something moreââ,¬â€�the pure. I find it when I feel insignificant, not as a being, but as an individual and character. Nature reigns supreme within this domain. Here, after all ââ,¬â€œour ignorance and prejudice asideââ,¬â€�is an entity which declares rather disguises her intent.

Ushering sense into understanding of these partnering, neighboring, and co-habiting cosmological phenomena is incredibly revelatory and rewarding. Quite startling actually! I suppose I should stress here that fundamentally it does not matter if they remain largely inscrutable and educable, whether through prose or quantification. The effect of their presence will unmistakably manifest itself in every category and scale regardless, from the minimal to the colossal. Perusal on and of this plane is a specialty, and a delicacy. I advise it enthusiastically.

Finally, for better or worse fond of and resigned to hedonistic tendencies, for me a rush of ecstasy within is a great companion on such introspective trips. It accentuates, stimulates, and guidesââ,¬Â¦ a flightless soaring of the clouds, for example; or sightless expeditions sitting in the grass, if you prefer; perhaps rudderless sailing in tempest sea suits your fancy?

Anyway, the point of this all is that to not imagine and venture in an enigmatic world is really quite unfortunate. I consciously strive to unconsciously be free of binding scruples and foreign principles. And then, I 'let the Peacock fly.'

[FAMY2]

 I have been working on my family's history. After many weeks of research I decided to try and find some of the graves of these newly discovered people.  First I went to the biggest cemetery (over 4100 sites) around here that dates back to before the 1800's. Driving through the older section there were 6 deer just browsing among the headstones in broad daylight. Two adults and four fawns.  It really was amazing to see since it's right on the edge of a busy college campus.
After just watching them I went to the next on my list. This one is way out in the country in farm area and has less than 200 sites. When I got out of my car and was walking down between rows a doe ran right in front of me into the woods. I could of reached out and touched her if I wasn't so startled. It was kind of a magical day.   

[applesauce]

When I was in Pittsburgh last summer, I woke up at six in the morning, hopped on the first train I could find, took it out to the last stop in a distance suburb, and just walked for about 2 hours before asking for directions to get home. It was nice.

I often go downtown and just bike in circles in the traffic for a couple hours. It's really a lot of fun.

Also, at work, I enjoy walking everywhere because I get really familiar with the neighborhoods, evne if it makes me get less done.

[Selkie]

It is a wonderful interest for sure. I often find myself drifting and deviating from even the most basic and mundane of plans (those that require no second thought or special emphasis) to seemingly roam aimlessly and examine the world around me. In a sense, it is a sobering experience for a city fellow like me.

Each looping intersection of commerce and travel harbors nothing but another long hand of carved earth, stretching for miles and beyond. There are ideas too, there are drives, created designs, and there are even grand philosophies at workââ,¬Â¦ its value, which, I cannot easily determine, much less judge. Although I do so.

This sort of reality is pervasive, and a times, burdensome. Yet there is something quite fantastic about moving within it totally submerged.  What I mean isââ,¬â€�the physical nature of your movement becomes subservient to a larger purposeââ,¬â€�there is a subversive rhyme and reason to the benign, and the terrible. I cannot help but notice.

From this point I tend to consume myself in a dynamic and constant train of thought. Each seeping insight transforms into a magnificent unfurling string, glistening in the night. All the while my conscious is wound tight, suspended like a lute and played beautifully by the melancholy tunes that propagate outward from the landscape, with radiance and essence.  
But Man's trivialities are endless, and his deathly fingers know no bound as they claw on... so I search for something moreââ,¬â€�the pure. I find it when I feel insignificant, not as a being, but as an individual and character. Nature reigns supreme within this domain. Here, after all ââ,¬â€œour ignorance and prejudice asideââ,¬â€�is an entity which declares rather disguises her intent.

Ushering sense into understanding of these partnering, neighboring, and co-habiting cosmological phenomena is incredibly revelatory and rewarding. Quite startling actually! I suppose I should stress here that fundamentally it does not matter if they remain largely inscrutable and educable, whether through prose or quantification. The effect of their presence will unmistakably manifest itself in every category and scale regardless, from the minimal to the colossal. Perusal on and of this plane is a specialty, and a delicacy. I advise it enthusiastically.

Finally, for better or worse fond of and resigned to hedonistic tendencies, for me a rush of ecstasy within is a great companion on such introspective trips. It accentuates, stimulates, and guidesââ,¬Â¦ a flightless soaring of the clouds, for example; or sightless expeditions sitting in the grass, if you prefer; perhaps rudderless sailing in tempest sea suits your fancy?

Anyway, the point of this all is that to not imagine and venture in an enigmatic world is really quite unfortunate. I consciously strive to unconsciously be free of binding scruples and foreign principles. And then, I 'let the Peacock fly.'

I sometimes let my cock fly too

[6M69I69B9]

Well, I had a part-time job and it was my duty to cut all of the woody vegetation near major bodies of water so it wouldn't cause erosion in a rainy season, or cutting them to reveal paths for future events that the Forest Rangers are going to host.  I only had to work there for a month, and it was just a little more than month ago when I was done with the job.  These experiences of mine took place in a few forest preserves.    

Sometimes when taking a break, I'd usually stare at the water, seeing the glistening water while people on their boats would try to catch fish, or enjoying the environment like how I was.  When I observed closer into the water, I'd see minnows swimming, almost being camouflaged.  I was pretty zealous about this moment, since it was rare of me to see fish out in the wild like that.

After that, I was designated to a different forest preserve and was told to pick up liter near the shores.  I picked up garbage for quite a while, until I saw a father and his child out on a fishing trip.  They were nearby, so I tried not to get distrub their opportunity to enjoy their stay.  I saw garbage near their fishing grounds, so it was mandadtory for me to go there.  But while I was walking there, I saw some fish being kept by some rope, still alive.  I mean, there was an abundance of medium-sized fish attatched to a rope, along with a stake to try to keep them immobile.  I stopped and just watched them fish and also watched the caught fish just dangling to escape.  I was cantankerous with myself to actually stop working and just enjoy the view.  But, I had to keep on working.  

Other than seeing fish, I was transferred once again to work in a forest, where there weren't any bodies of water being near, though.  Before entering the forest, there is a huge meadow you'd have to walk through in order to get into the forest.  It was wide, long, barely unpopulated, quiet, peaceful, windy, and I was determined to just walk through this meadow.  This place was just like some "Heaven on Earth" sort of place.  I just wanted to sit or lay down, just to be in bliss.   But, I still had work to do.  

Working in those forest preserves really made me feel relief and enjoyment of nature, for once.  Even if those moments of time seemed pretty simplistic.