What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods? ~Henry David Thoreau
I tell my trail companion this morning that I’m going to need some sort of reward if I’m going to accomplish the goal I’ve set for myself this morning, two laps up this mountain. She stops, looks at me, and says, “Isn’t simply being out on this mountain the reward?”
Funny how I am actually in the place that I typically long to be in and I immediately launch into thinking about what I’m going to do next. Granted two laps up this mountain is not an easy feat and I felt like I needed something like a gigantic breakfast burrito to motivate me to make it through. But point taken – being able to spend an entire morning wandering through the mountains with my dog across freshly fallen snow-covered trails is the real reward.
How often do we wish we were somewhere else or doing something else rather than enjoying the moment we are given?
What do we miss out on or fail to notice when our head is one place and or body in another?