City Dweller or Wilderness Junkie?, Which are you?

   Are you a city Dweller? or a Wilderness Junkie?
     Do you love the street lights and cafes? Do you love the sound of the wind whipping through the trees and the smell of pine needles? Or maybe you like both? I honestly feel there are people of both sets of worlds, and yes I mean "worlds". The difference in opinion and location not only echo what one persons choice is, but of what one person feels deep inside.

     Ask yourself this, have you ever felt your mood change, or your spirits lift when heading towards a city you like or a favorite camping spot? I myself am a person of both worlds, I grew up in the cities of California, but also at times resided in the mountain ranges. I have at times felt the need to uproot for a bit in order to get my thoughts straight. I find it interesting that I am not the only one who does this form of relaxation.

     There is something about being in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nature,rivers, and various plants and wildlife that speaks to me. Can you imagine waking up one morning and exiting your tent with your toes reaching into the untouched dirt. Your eyes adjusting to the light that flickers through the tree branches and the birds chirping you a friendly hello. The soft wind caressing the trees and your face with the sweet smell of wild flowers. As your eyes reach back down towards the ground, they find a beautiful view into a ravine only described in books..

    That was my yesterday, and today's zen ...


    Feel free to comment and chime in with your spot in the world that helps you rediscover your passion.
  This was just a bit of Food for thought :)

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Food for Thought

As I sit here at this old desk, by the looks of it, a walnut base with an oak finish. This desk has been around longer than I have been in existence. Passed down from my grandfather who - - well who knows where it came from.

My point,
         Imagine just for a moment, there is no desk, just a tree sitting somewhere on some mountain far from forethought. Who knows how long the tree had been planted there. Maybe 20, or 30, even 50 odd years of life. Eventually the world came and found it. Chopped into quarters, dragged across the mud into the mills. Preciously cut into many different measurements and so on. Shipped through many towns and cities, handled by different drivers, load workers, and eventually handed off to carpenters. Once they have the imagine of what they want the pieces to be, it takes shape. . . .  and POOF! you have a hand crafted desk that someone put there blood sweat and tears to build.

        Now, .  . In Hindsight of what I am sitting at now. From seed to root, from root to tree, and tree to desk.  This desk has seen more adventure, than the average person who only seeks adventure through the screen of a television. Not many take risks into the outside world, or not as much as a person did 50 years ago. Slowly but surely, the majority of the American population is diving into the couch potato haze. So as I sit here, sipping my coffee, and typing away into what could be considered a haphazardly rant. I cant help but think of what this desk had gone through to be where its at and where I could lead myself to be.
             So I stare looking out through the window, of a life that I not only don't know, but could know. Surely there is more to life then we want to experience, but fear to.
       
       If a desk can have an adventure, I think we as people can too. . .