I've come to realize that physical activity is directly linked to creativity and production. In the week since I've been at the Anderson Center I've peddled over one hundred miles on the Cannon Valley and Hay Creek Trails--on foot, I've ran and walked just under thirty (and then there's my daily 8 Minute Abs work out). Today I biked seventeen miles to the secluded village of Cannon Falls for lunch, and then biked seventeen miles back to Anderson to write. (I wish I'd have brought my camera--there were beautiful sights there and along the way--but it looked like rain when I took off this morning.)
I climb the seventy-six steps to the top of the Tower multiple times daily, and when I write from the round room 110 feet in the air, I often take breaks and circle meditatively around and around the Tower's balcony. It's difficult to not traverse the parapet too often as the countryside is so beautiful, the valley stretching distantly east and west from here. The bluffs come in finger like waves far past Red Wing--first barely visible against the hazy sky, then reading a deep grey, dusky blue, smokey green until your eye travels across the fields directly before you and the bluffs glow with verdant brightness and you realize you are creating in the deep green of the tree tops.
Should birds be able to write in human emotions, I can only imagine it would bring me to tears, and like Icarus strap wings to my limbs and leap from the tower in hopes of finding a new form of exercise and creative expression.
Write on, shine on,
Thomas.
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