Knowledge is knowing that there is a difference between the undulating black mounds of the lichen, and those of the frozen moss.
It is knowing that the latter will provide you with a good grip on the smooth granite, and the former, a swift fall to your ass.
Wisdom is knowing that,
with knowing that,
it’s my own fault when I fall.
It’s kinda simple.
And what goes for the lichen and the moss? That goes for people, too.
Five days filled with the immediate moment, the eternal present. Now.
No question: negotiating the wild is a form of meditation.
If your mind wanders, your feet get wet in the snowmelt, and that’ll bring you back to the moment fast.
Posted in: "A diary means yes indeed" - Gertrude Stein