Monday, November 25, 2013

Breathe. Love. Live.




Those three words brought me very far. They brought me out from depression and out from under a shattered romance and self conception. Throughout my life I experienced sporadic episodes of breathing, loving, and living, but that's what they were, sporadic. I searched and searched for that feeling without realizing that it had to come from within me. Living on the trail forced me to confront myself and eventually taught me that I can live my life by breathing, loving, and living in each moment.

These words took me from being a skeptical atheist through an intermediate stage of open minded skepticism to being a wholehearted explorer. I am still a skeptic, but I have had such experiences that it is no longer front and center. It is no longer my identity. Now it is a quiet voice in the back of my head, fact checking my experiences.

This is my truth. You will have to find your own. Your truth may be the same as mine or it may be different. And that doesn't make it any less true.

May your journey be fruitful.


Merry in Maine

Here I am, living in Maine. Teaching. Wow.

To me it feels natural and normal. But a few years ago I would marvel at who I am right now and what I am doing. I am living life with intention and finding life responding.

I have been in this lovely town (and oh boy is it lovely!) since August. But I recently found a trail that brought the concept home to me: This is MAINE. Close to me is a small network of trails. A small summit rises above the cross country skiing trails. The exposed rock is curved and formed in large slabs. It's rugged and pretty.

The summit looks out over the ponds and lakes of this region, east instead of west. I enjoy the summit. I also enjoy the small sub-summit that looks towards the west. But the gem, the gem I found only this past Sunday. From the summit a narrow overgrown trail descends. I never noticed it before. It's steep. It's rocky. It's Maine in all its glory. The boulders aren't as big as the ones in Mahoosuc Notch, but the way I had to brace myself and use my hands reminded me very much of descending Mahoosuc Arm. I think I will use this area as my training ground.

With my explorations I also found a small outcropping of rock with a beautiful view of the lower lakes. It's a broad, flat rock that is somewhat sheltered from the wind. It's the perfect spot to bring out a sleeping bag and do some stargazing. I think when the snow is on the ground that is exactly what I will do.

Merry in Maine