April 24th, 2009
Towards the middle of the day, just past Wise Shelter I found a herd of wild ponies! So cute! I pet one of them.
Using Pony Power, I discovered a better way to carry my pack:
It’s amazing how my mind is deteriorating, or shattering. I mull stuff over a bit, but not nearly as much as I used to, and I get very little emotional response from it. There are no decisions out here, no choices. There is nothing, really, to think about. Iit seems I can only think about the past and future for so long, and that amount of time is getting shorter and shorter since I can’t even pretend to be able to do anything about it out here. As my mind dulls to off trail things meditation becomes easier. There is no other place to be but on the trail in this moment.
There is also a type of mental, physical, and material editing that takes place. Everything that is not essential gets left behind.
Of course the song in my head today was Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones.