Climbing is an addiction. Witnessed by the faithfuls at Morning Glory wall each weekday, lapping the same lines, spraying the same shit, reaching for that next hold, complaining of the grease and the heat and sore muscles, these men and women bring their lives to the crag because the crag is their life.
I am one of those.
I’m not proud.
But I can’t help it – a day without climbing isn’t a day for me. Even an hour at the gym redeems me, renews me, recenters my focus, my happiness, helps me be content for a while. This doesn’t feel right, this dependence on movement. Is it right?
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What do you think?
Does it feed you?
Or starve you?
This NEED.
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No ladder needs the bird but skies
To situate its wings,
Nor any leader's grim baton
Arraigns it as it sings.
The implements of bliss are few --
As Jesus says of Him,
"Come unto me" the moiety
That wafts the cherubim.
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