Interesting relationship between sensing and knowing, and how all of this relates to feeling purposeful or lost. I appreciate your reminder that intuition isn't automatic, but is learned -- that it can be keener with use.
Thanks for reading, and for commenting. I appreciate your personal story. What I'll say is that your sharing of it fell flat due to your final comments. Given that your last visit to Sardinia appears to have been in...1976, and mine was three weeks ago, my experience on the ground there is a fair bit more current, and if you imagine me as somehow "brave to go alone" because of an imagined threat based on something you've read somewhere about people looking for "cash and transportation," I can assure you that was the farthest thing from my actual experience there, and also that I don't share in any way your characterization of "migrants." We are all migrants, Sardinia (as is true almost everywhere) is populated by people that, at some point, migrated there, and if you're hinting at migrants from northern Africa in the present day, well, I did meet a couple, and they were lovely people as well.
I did indeed incur some risk due to being in the backcountry alone, but the risk was from potential injury, not from any person. Everyone that I encountered was polite, friendly, helpful, delightful—and just people, doing their thing as I was doing mine. Again, I appreciate you reading and commenting, but whoever this God is, that's your God, not mine, so no need to wish him upon me either. Good luck out there.
Deep insights, my friend. I'm jealous. Bread and cheese on long walks sounds quite nice.
I love the riff on and the solid reasoning behind “intuition.”
We—and culture—and pursuit—choke the channels within us that allow that intuition to bubble up.
Great trip as a framework for this essay BD. Well done. 👍
Interesting relationship between sensing and knowing, and how all of this relates to feeling purposeful or lost. I appreciate your reminder that intuition isn't automatic, but is learned -- that it can be keener with use.
Gluten hangovers are REAL! 🙏🏻
Thanks for reading, and for commenting. I appreciate your personal story. What I'll say is that your sharing of it fell flat due to your final comments. Given that your last visit to Sardinia appears to have been in...1976, and mine was three weeks ago, my experience on the ground there is a fair bit more current, and if you imagine me as somehow "brave to go alone" because of an imagined threat based on something you've read somewhere about people looking for "cash and transportation," I can assure you that was the farthest thing from my actual experience there, and also that I don't share in any way your characterization of "migrants." We are all migrants, Sardinia (as is true almost everywhere) is populated by people that, at some point, migrated there, and if you're hinting at migrants from northern Africa in the present day, well, I did meet a couple, and they were lovely people as well.
I did indeed incur some risk due to being in the backcountry alone, but the risk was from potential injury, not from any person. Everyone that I encountered was polite, friendly, helpful, delightful—and just people, doing their thing as I was doing mine. Again, I appreciate you reading and commenting, but whoever this God is, that's your God, not mine, so no need to wish him upon me either. Good luck out there.