toes without skin

another goat and another day. picked up my repaired saturn this morning, and was so quickly reminded what a terribly designed and absolute piece of shit it is. of so many car manufacturers, saturn must be making some of the worst vehicles in the history of automotive engineering. everything about it is so poorly designed that i find it rather amazing. but i also know that in the grand scheme of things, it matters nonewhatsoever...it is, after all, just a car. and now, my dear bicycle begins her seduction. i can hear her gently calling to me from the stairwell. my brain tells me to stay indoors and read...listen to music...prepare more for recording this weekend {though i have been doing so rather incessantly}. oh but the heart is strong, and idaho is far away. perhaps my hips and elbows and ankles and shoulders will thank me for the wind, as they are so wildly sore. spent much time last night at my white crane silat class rolling about on a hard floor, with less grace than i would like; which in turn meant that i banged my bones over and over and over. i also managed to slide my feet around so much working on one of the basic movements, that i seem to have rubbed the skin off of the bottom of both of my big toes. i felt so much like a young boy who has been playing outside on a hot summer day too long, but so in love with his time that he neglects to notice the wounds gathered during the day. like the philosophies of the class, all things are indeed connected, all things one. goats and cars and bones and toes without skin.

when one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world
~john muir

Posted by jeff at June 4, 2003 12:27 PM

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