I am endeavoring to be more like Olaf....
I love trail running, creek dipping, moon watching, storm playing, mud between the toes and raindrops on the head.
I have moved to Chicago, which is not a culture or environment with which I am familiar. I am trying to find the beauty here, and some like-minded people, but I fear that most like-minded people have homes in the mountains while travelling on a shoe-string budget throughout the world.
In the interim, between this home and the next, I am trying to make the best of it. I bike to and from work, and when I have the time, take the trails and pretend that the incessant noise from traffic is really the roar of a gorgeous waterfall hidden behind a copse of oak, maple and chestnuts.
I have discovered a great joy. I bike 12 or so miles home from work, along paths beneath a canopy of trees, listening to Will and Ariel Durant's Story of Civilization Volume VIII, The Age of Louis XIV. It covers the years from 1648 to 1715; the ending of centuries of warfare based on faith, and the beginnings of the scientific revolution.
Update: On vacation in Asheville. I've been taking three hour trail runs in Pisgah National Forest discovering the most incredible rhododendron enshrouded creeks, waterfalls and boulders. It is a peaceful thrill, a calm explosion, an intense release. Running trails through the wilderness, all ones worries, and expectations, and disappointments, and everything that throttles our minds in daily life dissipates, leaving an emptiness that fills with the joy of being alive.
I'm looking for someone who values what is real in life. Someone who would live with me in a cabin on the side of a mountain, raise children together, live simply, and join me in exploring the world on a budget. If she would run trails with me, raft rivers together, and play in the moonlit snow, so much the better.
Life has it's own rhythm, sometimes you just got to let it lead and enjoy the adventures along the way. Figuring out how I can get back to traveling, exploring, writing, discovering and indulging in the cornucopia of life.
Trying to figure out if I can live in Dublin, Ireland for part of each year.
Studying Buddhism again and trying to practice mindfulness. Right now, for example, I am typing on a computer.
I just now got back from experiencing one of my favorite sensations; I ran over two hours through the mist in the National Forest, the few people I passed full of joy and smiles and friendly greetings, there was laughter, there was beauty, there was the magical feeling that out of the mists could come anything, dreams could come true, boundaries between worlds crossed, time scrambled, long forgotten friends and lovers found. Climbing towards Rattlesnake Lodge, a black-haired beauty emerged from the mists, accompanied by a gorgeous ivory-colored dog. She was giddy from the hike and the mists and the mountains, her greeting sprang from her lips like a kitten pouncing on slippers.
I looked for her, on the way back down from Rattlesnake Lodge, but she had disappeared back into the mists.
I often have impromptu Rammstein dance parties with my son.
Since I started reading Crosby and Mann, I've spent a lot of time thinking about the state of the Americas pre-Columbus.
I've been thinking lately a lot about what I want in life. Long term I want a family, to be married to an insatiable woman who loves sex and loves me (and specifically loves to have sex with me...) whom I madly adore, children that I nurture, love and teach, to travel extensively, to be constantly exploring and discovering both the outer world and the inside world, and to write. I want to surround myself with love and laughter, and to celebrate life.
In the short term, until I find that woman, I want a friend and regular sex partner with whom I can have fun with.
I'm also deciding whether to move in the next couple of months. If I am checking you out remotely, it's because I'm interested in your town. Specifically I'm looking at Portland, Seattle, NW Washington state, and Denver areas. Give me a reason to move there! Or entice me with tales of your home town...