Among other things, skiing to me is play.
Everything is made fun, as a little one, by the use of imagination. I used to look out the bus window on the way to school. I would imagine myself, running alongside, dodging and leaping, faster and higher than humanly possible. These imaginations seems to hold a gentle, kind of friendly significance.
That kind of imagination, though a grand part of a young persons life, has less impact as we age. Mostly lost as unexpressed thought or hidden away in the depths of memory.
Now, I cant help but feel that so many aspects of life have significance in a more forceful adversarial way. Money particularly forces significance upon us. Its imaginary, useful, but appears empty and without any intrinsic significance.
Necessarily significant: Money, budget, work.
Voluntarily significant: Skis, climbing gear, worry, ...
Intrinsically significant: sunshine, birdsong, rocks, waves, friends, rest, play...
Where does Imagination fall? What about adventure and risk?
Thanks Luke, for the images. And Luke, Betsy and Adri
for being significant (read: Awesome!)
