I did yoga for the first time a couple of weeks ago.  Everybody talks about this zen you are supposed to achieve by doing yoga.  I got no zen from that activity.  That activity made me want to run out of the room and never come back.  Of course it may have been because it was doing the crazy hot yoga.  But then there was the yoga itself.  Without the craziness, it wouldn’t have been that interesting.  OK, get into the pose and hold it.  Get into another pose and hold it.  UH.

Skiing on the other hand….

Now there is some zen.  First you are out with the nature and the nature wants to mess you up.  The nature doesn’t want you to stay up, keep your balance or get to the bottom of the hill, but you do it.  You fight against the nature and you win.  Then there is the whole skiing process.  There is something about just hearing the snow under your skis when you are going down the mountain.  Something about maneuvering around in it and the your oneness with the mountain that strikes me as extremely zen.  Skiing for all of it’s speed and spectacle is extremely calming and soothing in a way.  Here is where my zen lives.

And was I going to miss an opportunity to snap the two following photos:

No, it’s not a snow-plosion.  It is just snow making in the dark with light going through it.  Just one of those things that must be photographed, of course.

There are more.  These are just people on the mountain photos.  Hopefully these people are feeling the same thing as me: