Slievemore and Acid House

It's funny how on a day I climbed a mountain I also happened to read an article on the benefits of walking for the artistic brain. It felt good to challenge myself again on the side of a slope, and Slievemore is beautiful, but it was really the thoughts I had with me that are my memory of today. Again, I got nostalgic for a period during my life that really was the playground for others - that of rave culture - after I listened to a great podcast on my way to Achill on the mixing of drugs and dance music in late 1980s Britain. But now I feel that this nostalgia I have always had is hardening into memory without as much emotion. In a few words: it feels like I myself am coming to terms with my youth and my past and I'm ready finally to live in the here and now. It's probably all coincidence, but the physical struggle with a mountain gives you a great focus on what is actually happening to your being, right here, right now (as Fatboy Slim once said). And even if your mind is wandering, that's the main benefit of exercise - releasing clogged up thoughts and memories, and finding air and clarity for today. I hope I'll never cease to move with purpose, remembering my life, but also knowing that what happens now is just as important as what once was. I'll no doubt write more on these old fragments in future posts, but today was a good day, as it always is, when I go out and participate in the great outdoors