Two apples

The less spectacular and bold a road the more interesting it is mentally.

It is like a blank canvas where mind acts selective to grasp colors through and compose.

I have been biking today not so willing at first considering the warm wind from the south penetrating with its heaviness through my flesh but I decided to move on.

I started the route wondering if I were fit enough to go. It turns out we always are fit enough until we’ll be blocked by shadowing thoughts. Logic tells if you weren’t then you would not even start bugging about it.

It is interesting to see how thoughts start flowing then and gradually get fluent as ‘we’ accelerate.

I stopped questioning why I should be taking exact same route for the third time.

Would that be because of comfort (for sure) or because I did not feel like stopping for even one minute of hesitation this time or is that called laziness? The teasing sound in my head insisted to : come on …go discover a new route now ! You have seen that one twice already!

Well I ignored that sound and continued and I am glad I did.

Because by that decision I could discover something very important today that could lead the day and after.

First I released inconvenient demons, bits of me slowly behind me.
Superfluous vapor made an imaginary gray track and transformed to a natural phenomenon in the air – something that can raise up to join the rain clouds.

Then I met myself from the past two tracks. Those me’s were obviously pinned for good on invisible parts of that route. Thoughts spoke out as gold mine or as a secret code that could be revised and learned from.
I got amazed how beneficial it is taking the route third time and meeting the learnings of my forgotten/left-beyond-the-daily-thoughts spirits from the past two tracks.

Sure! I am a multidimensional synaesthetic at times when I get sensation of things out of blue.

My day started with the spirit of thyme then on the road I felt like a mouth watering bite of an apple while I thought of doing the 210 km Norway track with someone and while I was wondering if there would possibly be a rewarding store at the beach from where I could get an apple.

The moment all that converted to a cinnamon taste – an association for a cinnamon cookie usually served beside a cup of coffee at the beach – I looked up to complement the sensations with my body and saw that mysterious response by nature.

An apple tree! At the side of a road. With plenty of ripe apples under it and two fresh ones on the branch looking at me. Well sure I stopped and picked one for me and one for you as I always do.

And one from under the tree to eat at the beach.

Well I like sharing stuff so later on I shared the apple with a black crow at the beach that was patiently observing me and waiting for me to share. He put his feet protectively on it and chased the other jealous crows during eating joyfully and affirmatively. Yes we had a deal! And we both knew from the start. Well I hope this will be a good sign for my slowly shaping 210 km Norway track.

Along the route I met the garden of the gnome-house. I call him like that as he was doing gardening the past 2 times in the gnome garden. He was not there this time but there was light inside. I peeped through during passing to see more but did not stop of course.

It is a secret to pass by.

I suspect the big old man with a beer belly taking care of the garden and the house is meant for a gnome family.

This guy himself is as big as the house itself and the garden.

He can hardly fit in there so I seriously suspect he is the housekeeper of a gnome mansion.

Finally I had a nice walk at the beach. I saw a mandala made by seashells and a secret gate.

I shared my apple with the crow and returned from a new route that was spread open to me suddenly.

That was the surprise really.

The difference just comes to you when you take the effort to be where you really are.

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