Not three miles from where I'm typing, there's this narrow and twisty dense-forest section of trail with heaping layers of pine needles covering the ground and only hints of a sun up above. Setting foot on this patch of earth gives me the sensation that I'm no longer out for a jog but running through a scene in a Hobbit movie; my imagination is running free alongside me.
Albert Einstein said that imagination is more important than knowledge. And yet, today, it feels like we're in some sort of ubiquitous race to stuff evermore information into our noggins. Our heads our tired and life -- with all of its demands and the connectedness of present day -- has a way of dousing the flames of possibility and play.
The "responsible" side of us and the "ask forgiveness, not permission" side of us can coexist; we need both parts working together to keep us whole and balanced.
Not far from the Hobbit trail is a PrAna store. Pasted on its floor-to-ceiling glass windows is a branding mantra in large type that encourages passerby to "Get out. The world awaits you!" Maybe the phrase on the window should change expressions more frequently. Next week it could read "The surest path to joy means getting lost for a while each day -- in your dreams, your hopes, your loves, the wilderness outside your front door."