When emotions become physical

The whole day today I have been longing for the mountains. The birch forests, the endless volume of air around you, the snowy mountains that mark the horizon. The yellow-orange-red-brown colours. The wind, the rain and the sun. It was literally painful to see my fellow green ribbon hikers’ pictures.

Yes, I could grab a car and drive north. But there is something more to it. I am missing the feeling of just being.

Back in Stockholm, I am doing things. And while I was undoubtedly doing things during the hike too (walking, pitching the tent, washing clothes, write diary, cooking, meeting people…), it felt a lot like being. Maybe because it was all serving only one purpose: to live on trail.

Before sunrise, when the world is still asleep and a thin layer of ice coveres the pond.

Back in Stockholm, everything feels like doing something; reading a book, resting, going for a walk or run, writing this blog; having dinner with friends. It is all doing something. The purpose is not only to live, that living part is a baseline, something that is taking for granted.

Sunrise over Helags. October 2015.

This weekend I will be out in the forests of Sörmland with my tent together with Per, who also hiked the green ribbon. And while I am looking forward to that, I also hope that I will feel that feeling of being, once we are surrounded by nature.

View from Gaarenesåajja/Krustjärnstöten.

The pictures are from my only autumn hike in Sweden so far, it is almost exactly two years ago now; a short weekend hike Kläppen – Helags – Ljungan – Preanne/Ljungris ca 35km in two days, and breathtaking beautiful.

Map from Lantmäteriet.

One Reply to “When emotions become physical”

  1. …det blir en tälttur till Tyresta här…troligen med hunden…fin text !! Förstår din längtan ut… Igen, oerhörda bilder…ha en fin tur !!

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