The experience of living mostly outdoors, and walking every day, is slowly soaking into me with a sense of scale, frame of reference, and perspective. It seems good for my soul. Walking near the sea and in the mountains allows me to sense how small I am with reference to all of God’s creation. Disconnecting from my beloved work for a while calms my over-inflated sense of anxiety and importance. And walking, for me is sacramental. (Another post to come on that subject.)
Here’s how I noticed last week, that a sense of perspective was soaking into me: I found myself loving a horse and identifying with a snail. We had walked a long day full of hills and were still far from our destination, so we stopped at the side of a rural road, sat down and peeled an orange. Immediately a huge horse head appeared over the wall above us. Evidently, horses have a strong sense of smell and love orange peels as a snack – who knew? I threw one of the peels over the wall, and then TWO horse heads appeared. One of them wagged back and forth, begging shamelessly. Of course we fed them the rest of the peels. Reflecting at the end of the day, I realized that tremendous joy invaded my day through the horses. The horses were the highlight of a beautiful day. I really cared about how those creatures felt, and I felt love for them. Now I regularly carry orange peels or apple cores for MILES in order to brighten the day of livestock. Continue reading Snails, Horses, and Perspective