the adventures of twiggy and the boat

i am finding simplicity. maybe i've only found the simp. but i see the licity.

i went on a hike. i am out of shape. i followed the boat, a mother figure and a young girl up a hill at my own pace. let me tell you. maybe its because i've been a smoker my whole life...not the cigarette kind. the olympics put some stress and weight on my little system. and maybe it's the fact that i'm a stoner living in the city with a car...its not all its cut out to be. actually, its nothing that i actually want myself to be.

i'm surrounded by open sky, distant mountains and trees that sigh as if they're doing all they can in the harsh conditions. mamma arapa runs like a hawk flies. while pearl gallops everywhere, her legs floppitty flopp as she tries to keep up with mamma. i place my hands on my knees as i struggle to breathe. i cough but nothing comes loose. i just wheeze. remember when i grew up in the bush and ran everywhere and up any hill...maybe these hills aren't the same? or maybe i'm ridiculous. i breathe and try to slow my heart rate. blood rushes to my head and i keep walking.

at the top i see sky for miles. distant mountains with clouds pouring snow on them. mountains for miles.

i'm now spending a night in a room with an oxygen can in my hand. my head hurts a little and i'm getting on a train tomorrow at 12. i have just made a decision that changes everything. i'm taking the road less traveled. i'm making the hard decision to not take the easy road. because in the end the hard road gets easier while the easy road gets a whole lot harder. my head hurts because my heart wants to do something and the rest of me is slowly taking the steps to get there. the very fact that the slow easy road has made me unable to breathe walking up a mountain just wont do.

i am now away from that place and wanting to go back. but i have to settle up here. i have to make sure that this choice that i am making is made right. made with a conscious mind and heart.

the journey awaits