Mobile Minutes: Twelve Feet


60℉ in November? Yes, please!

Jim and I went out hunting yesterday afternoon. Temperature floating around 60℉, and it was epic. Heading into the timber we found a tree stand dangling along a small sapling. For one reason or another, being a person who despises heights and tree stands, I hitched myself up the stand.

Twelve feet off the ground.

Turns out that tree stands sway with the trees when the wind is blowing. That was something new to me (without the proper harness). For the next six hours I sat in this tiny, wire frame brace. Not moving, sipping coffee, and letting my mind just run.


No security device? No problem.

I thought about running. That was the base of most thought. Flying on asphalt, cruising on rubber, sweating on gravel…all of it. I thought about winning races, running to the voice of my wife, and collapsing at the point of victory.

I thought about why I run, or desire to run. I tied it worship, I moved it to offering, and many times I thought over the attempt at praise and glory with each heart beat and breath.

I pondered on why I can’t run, why I’m sidelined, and why I try to achieve things that are impossible. What drives the insanity to believe that an individual can compete?

I found zero answers while swaying in the tree, but the silence of the world brought about some much desired peace. That was the first time, in a very long time, that I was completely alone from others of my kind (humans), and I had forgotten how much I cherished such as sensation.


Hello world!


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