I’m obsessed with cairns.
I recently learned that some people HATE them.
“It’s human ego, we cannot go anywhere without leaving a mark.”
“They’re dangerous for hikers.”
“It reminds us that people were there before us.”
“It’s nature graffiti.” (I also love graffiti.)
I love running into their stately presence on long hikes.
I feel connected to every other hiker that was and will be.
I feel like cairns are a tribute to nature–live art that is built by a community with love and respect for outdoors.
I admire the balance of something so heavy and clumsy transformed into something so tall and regal.
How many times do we find ourselves feeling so heavy and clumsy-completely out of our element?
And how many times, with the perfect re-stacking and support, do we regain our balance and become majestic?
I feel like we build our own cairns in our yoga and meditation practice.
The postures stack and re-stack our bones and muscles into a perfect balance.
Pranayama tests the sturdiness, crumbling anything that doesn’t belong.
And meditation rebuilds again, and again, and again.