Yesterday evening, I took Laura and the boys up to Visegrad (35 minutes away) to explore a new hiking trail. We found a trail map, then we found the trail and started hiking around the top of Mogyoróhegy. After 20 minutes, the trail opened up into a grassy field on top of the mountain….it overlooked the Danube river and a couple mountain ranges in the distance. Sweet. There aren’t any huge mountains in our area, but this was still a spectacular view.
We walked out into the field, and Laura and I just stood there taking in the view with an occasional deep sigh of enjoyment. The kids were running circles around us, and we were just soaking in the view.
I find that there are some activities, some forms of “doing” that create in me a greater sense of “being.” They cultivate in me a greater ability “to see” and a greater awareness of who I am, who I am not, the quality of my inner-life, my own “something-ness” or “nothing-ness,” my ability to be “human” or my tendency toward “dis-humanity.”
There are some ways of “doing” that point toward (or flow out of) my “being.” Hiking to this grassy field took some time and effort. But it led to a grassy field. Or was it my desire for something like a grassy field that produced the time and effort needed to hike?