I am bored ...

Its been a while I went out hiking or camping ... which is extremely odd for me ... I spend my weekends looking at the blanc ceiling lay down on the bed or stare at my hurting ankle ... with all my weird emotions intertwined it feels kind of another worldly experience ... mostly boring and painful ... I feel like a piece of my life is missing ... hiking breathes life into me ... climbing a peak is something and standing on a peak gives me an immense satisfaction of life ... walking on the tree canopied trails ... strange shapes of the trees, fallen trees and the hundreds of mushrooms and bugs on them, music of wind to which bird sing their song ... walking in the open grassland under the sunshine ... music of the cattle bells ... ocean ... the restless waves ... the wonderful life beneath those waves ... I miss everything ... every piece of me is waiting for my ankle to feel better ...

Heaviness of the stress at work mixed with the unhappiness of not being able to hike is sinking me into the ocean of moodiness. Though I cover it up from others being absolutely brave and strong, at home I probably sit and stare at a wall. I have started dreaming of lying on the grass, looking up at the starts and just smile at the stuff going on in my heart ...

I went out last few weekends and even today to shop ... everywhere thanksgiving sale ... Bloomingdale's and Saks 5th Avenue are crowded ... even in this recession ... may be there are many like me ... couldn't go anywhere else so shop ... bought some accessories ... there was sale in the shop of my religion ... REI ... but didn't know what to buy ... still I bought some things ... because I didn't know what else to do ?

I know this is just a temporary set back of life ... I will get out soon ... running fast ... up the hill ... up and up in the air and soar like a condor ... and catch one cloud ...