Monday, September 20, 2010

"In The Movement Of An Ice Axe..."




Simple movement...
Seemingly basic technique...
Simple, repetitive movements...
We learn such skills, practice them endlessly, tirelessly, again and again and again...
We perform the technique. We understand the intention. We grasp the nature of the repetitions.
Until we lose ourselves within the movements...
Until we go beyond the technique, further than the repetitions.
The movement then becomes part of the person.
Moving, absorbing, being, and then the real experience begins to emerge...
From the simple movement of an ice axe, out upon a mountain slope.....
DSD

2 comments:

Hiking Lady said...

I love the poetry in your words :) I will think of this post next time I climb with my ice axe.

Unknown said...

Thank you. That is so true as there is such a poetry in these motions for us out there.
DSD