Body, mind, or spirit — what’s your favorite method of “plugging in” and recharging?
As you know, I took the old Boy Scout motto “Be Prepared” to heart.
I find peace by owning our home, having several months supply of food, having backup energy supply.
I attempt to do all three in most things.
There is an old saying, a change is as good as a rest.
If I feel like I am getting stale on one task, then I switch to another.
I enjoy watching documentaries, and learning about new things and new places.
I enjoy getting out on the golf course, and walking the dogs in the late evening.
I enjoy walking in nature, or boating, or flying, or cycling – anything that gets me out of the realm dominated by things produced by people, and into the realm where forces other than human clearly dominate.
Sometimes it is as simple as gazing skyward at night, and contemplating the vastness of the distances, and the vastness of the suns behind those tiny points of light in the sky.
Sometimes I just think about numbers, like the number of grains of sand on earth, or stars in the visible universe. There are about 7×10^18 grains of sand on earth (Enough so that if every person on earth did nothing but count grains of sand, 8 hours a day, seven days a week, 3 grains per second, it would take a little over 30 years to count them all). There are about 10,000 times that many stars in the visible universe. There are about 10 times as many atoms in a teaspoon full of water as there are stars in the sky.
I enjoy considering and contemplating issues until I can find a powerful way of approaching the problem that solves as many issues as possible as simply as possible (as my dad’s old RSM used to say to him, if you want to find the easiest way to do a job, give it to the laziest man in the unit and see how he does it). So I kind of see myself as the laziest bloke around; and I work at countering that by getting involved in lots of things.
I like to contemplate all the people that help me live.
Just cooking my rolled oats this morning. I used a wooden spoon, in a stainless steel pot, on an electric stove.
The oats were grown by someone, using tractors made by someone, fuelled by oil dug up and refined by a large number of people. Other people dried, stored processed and transported the oats. All the vast number of people involved in the mining, manufacturing and maintenance of all of the machines involved in all of those processes; and in making the spoon, the pot, the stove, the hydroelectric dams that supply the power that cooks my food at the flick of a switch.
All the millions of people in history that have thought and done the things they have, that created the words and the stories that have allowed me to become that which I am.
It is all vast indeed.
I owe them all such a debt of gratitude, and all I can do is pay it forward.