How to Find the Pot of Gold at the End of a Rainbow.
Friday 29th of May 2020
Our the feet that carry us the true sensors of our reality, sensors that we so often ignore? Is it their purpose to not just walk the path but to feel out each step, absorb any shock, detect any sudden obstacles or hinderances?
That’s a bit if an ableist view, I know. Late night ponderings is all.
This morning I did a little research into Ikigai, the Japanese philosophy about finding purpose.
I’ve had a really bad week, only emotionally though, so to a lot, it doesn’t count.
Yesterday I went for a walk through the graveyard, it’s locked up, but there’s a whole in the fence. I went with my sister because we like breaking the rules, we’re rebels like that. Anyway, we shimmied through the gap and were immediately greeted by a very friendly older gentleman with a dog and a chewed up tennis ball. He said:
‘Isn’t that the most glorious hole in any fence?’
We nodded and smiled. What do you even say to that?
‘I’m glad they haven’t covered it up.’ He continued ‘There was one further up but they covered that one. The people who look after the grounds though, they’re really friendly, they want people to come in.’
We wished him a good day and continued on our weekly graveyard walk. This was week three.
These walks have been the best part of my week, and every time we’ve been we’ve discovered a different path, seen different sights.
Week one, I think I found Yggdrasil, week two, a tree shaped like a mushroom, genuinely, a capped mushroom. Week three a grove of salsify and wild daisies and a secret bench hidden under a tree that bends over it like a canopy.
It’s really become like a magical, secret garden, you can never walk the same path twice, never see the same things twice. There’s always a new treasure to be found.
