For me, there is something viscerally satisfying about traveling by train. I love the way it breaks up a trip into manageable chunks – a drive to the station, the ride on the train, the traveling to wherever I’m going afterward. It helps that my time pressure is almost non-existent, but then, even if I had a specific timeframe, I think I would like the discipline that having to “make” a train instills.
I first noticed how much I love trains the first time we rented a summer house in Westport. We were not far from the train station, and I used to listen for the train whistle at night when it was otherwise quiet. Now, I occasionally hear a train whistle when outside on my back porch in the evening, and I wonder how it is that I can hear it at all, considering that the nearest train station is still a fifteen minute’s drive by car.
I’m on the train now, and I am loving that I can read, write or close my eyes and still get to where I’m going. I feel for those who dread this ritual. I find so much peace in it that I believe it enhances my morning practice.
We shall see. Today, I will probably miss assisted dropbacks. In exchange for that loss, I will gain the ability to try the Laksmi-patented wall warmup. As Third Series Am I Sore noted, may the force be with me…..