The Burrow

I wrote the first draft of this last year, just after Parisians were blown to bits in a nightclub. I took the same hike again this morning.  It was the first moment of peace I've had all week. The world is going to hell in a hand basket, and I'm feeling quite powerless , I wrote a year ago this week.  I was feeling the same emptiness this week, unable to put my angst into meaningful action right now.   I was on a merry-go-round, repeating my fears over and over and over in my head. It was not a good place to be.  My body told me so - I was lurching instead of walking, hunched over and back in my self-protective crouch.  I needed a fix, and Bag It! provided all the fixin's.  I could do a good deed, give back in a tangible way, and soothe my soul at the same time. And so, with Mary, my Yogi, leading the way,  I joined a Meditative Hike this morning. I strode up these steps with attitude. I did not use the handrail. I put each foot down,...

jean jullien on Twitter.com The world is going to hell in a hand basket, and I'm feeling quite powerless. Kids are being blown up at concert halls and small restaurants and I can change my profile picture on Facebook and repost meaningful cartoons but I cannot make a real and important difference. TBG is finally able to recognize that watching the news in a relentless loop helps no one, least of all, himself.  We both share a certain sense of guilt, a need to watch and show our solidarity and not ignore it and go on with our lives but after PTSD visited last week, in all her damaging glory, we've concluded that the 24-hour news cycle will just have to go on without us. And so, with Mary, my Yogi, leading the way, forty or so humans of all ages took a Meditative Hike this morning. The "real" hike, the one with elevation and some rock scrambling, was cancelled.  It doesn't rain that often in the desert Southwest, but when it does, surfaces become slic...