(not the CD, but my own very head!)
I took my kids to a rock climbing gym today. Yes, I climbed. I bouldered, belayed the two of them and climbed up several of the main faces. Noah has old shoes that fit me like a glove and a harness so I saved a few shekels on gear.
Jacob and Liam are like spiders - they just move all over the hand and foot holds without fear, and with lots of flexibility and youthful strength.
I mostly fell off the bouldering walls. :)
But what I am very proud of is the fact that I am extremely flexible for my age. I can rock climb! I can do it. And I enjoyed it so much, I came home on this endorphin high (not unlike what I feel after running). I had forgotten how good it feels to burn your muscles, to strain to reach a bit higher, to stretch my legs across a wall reaching for the tiny toe hold and then _ bam! got it.
I had this little epiphany up there.
Lots of people do this stuff all the time and instead of religion. It felt strangely freeing to focus all my attention on reaching the next purple crater with my three middle fingers rather than wondering what can be done about crazy 21st century Christianity.
My head cleared and I came home bouyant.
I want to run or climb or stretch into yogic poses every day. Let my body do the praying for awhile.