Mi sono proteso verso l'ignotoe mentre mi avvicinavo alla sicurezza della vetta,Sono caduto e mi sono ritrovato in un mondo lento. I reached out into the unknown,and as I neared the safety of the summit,I fell and found myself in a slow world. After Dante, Purgatorio IV, between lines 39-40. I’ve had the opportunity for … Continue reading From Fall to Winter Fell
I spent today at rest, my tired body embraced by the stirrings of a deeply embodied cognition of mountains, muscles, and memory from the past few days, dozens of kilometres and thousands of metres of ascent. As a mountain runner of some decades now, my legs have steadily become a topography of the ranges I’ve … Continue reading Mountains and memory: philosophy and physiology
Boethius, Consolation of Philosophy, Book I; part 7 The light becomes the afternoon, and we are still snugly swaddled in the chrysaline furze of late September's gloaming-fall—the month always ever perched at the end of one thing and the start of something else, dappled first in flecks of stil de grain and draped in ever … Continue reading Emergent
Climate Run 