Some wise people have said that man should walk and chat. When you can no longer do it, then you as not quite human anymore. When you miss something essential in themselves människovarandet and the everlasting creation of the person you are, and the exploration of life. It is not just something i det, but there is a lot in it. Call gets a very special freedom if they are, while you walk. walking- you do not walk in the mountains then! It's the same thing with the thoughts. Going without a specific goal, only to be aired, to move my legs forward puts us in a reflective state. It's almost like dreaming. Things are put in place in one's mind, thoughts sorted and clears. Often it is when I go that I understand how to attack anything that I should write. You get ideas, you get the urge and force, or just mental rest and nutrition. But you do not expect to get ideas and lust and power – it does not lead anywhere at all nor- it simply has its own value.
The walk itself creates a kind of rhythm – I mean a spiritual rhythm – which migrate between the chatters. But it also creates a physical rhythm, a walk dance, a friendly shoving. If you are in love buffing man understood each other and can not resist climbing on each other over time, but even if you go with a friend – (and self-clear to their children) will buffarna. There is certainly a deep meaning in it. You see the same thing with the animals if they like each other. Dogs running together throw a happy look at each other and buffing little in passing.
Then it stops in a step and staring at each VAAAA IS SAAAANT or research in each other's eyes… hmmm? … and so, at a given signal, continues the walk and the words come as if falling from the sky into one so lightly and dress the mind so that one understands each other and oneself and things that have gone around in one's head for a long time unfold their wrinkled wings and begin to flutter – sometimes to float, sometimes to undress fall pladask to the ground, and then it remains there among some old roots while you yourself stroll on small talk.
So much for a wandering small talk.
After several years in ”strange condition” can be said to put it briefly- whose cause is the tenfold crime I am going to write a book about- Anyway, I'm out now walking and chatting again. Present. How wonderful it is! Today with Carina. The whole day was so much a healer of a simple human thing most of us usually do not begrudge us.
I recommend! Spend Sundays for hiking and chatting with your friends for a few hours! My advice! We get happier, we become wiser, we become calmer, we become clearer, we get light and air and rosy cheeks. We have time to talk things through, we tie an, we build, we target, we will be safer, everything feels better and more interesting (also the difficult). Instead of writing sms and email, I myself is heavy addict on – will! nä, I've finally started to get tired of it after a number of years. Right what it is you're dead, and what was the fun with all the text then?
Alltså, think that you even TAKE UP THIS but how important it IS to SEE! To look into the eyes of his friends, hear them speak, follow along in their thinking, get? tell yourself, receive feedback and reactions…!…. silences and thoughtful units and conclusions and laughter.
Phone Prat is also good! Remember when you had a home phone and really long extension cords. It was cozy. You could talk for hours. I lack a bit of those phones. But now I'll stick to the topic and end this Sunday blog with a boisterous call: get in touch with a friend and have brunch and go out and trudge for a couple of hours on Sunday! There will be a small pleasure. You should be sure to have small pleasures.
