Comin' Round the Mountain...Again
Living on a sacred mountain for 10 days has had some interesting and unexpected impacts upon my sense of self–expectedly–but also on my body, body composition. Given I am finally feeling re-settled into my weekly/daily rhythms from the experience (nearly two weeks later now), it seems time for a little musing on what I’m learning on the CrossFit way, embodied dedication, etc. Most significantly, my 56-year-old body was quite prepared for the rigors of primitive camping in community, with a base-camp and then three days ‘solo’ on the mountain. I’ve not lived on the land quite like this before, to be honest, so I learned a lot . I loved being reminded I am a mammal, like other mammals. Bodily waste is natural, normal, if needing coordination when camping in a community. Enter The Pooper (also know as The Shitter ), the latrine trench dug a good 200 feet from any of us and the basecamp kitchen area. Covered up and buried upon our departure. But my body was so very well prepared. I loved...