Tuesday, July 3, 2012

I want to share with you a great article I found




Mani Feniger
Stretching Beyond My Comfort Zone

Posted on  June 29, 2012 by Pilgrim Blogger


In May 2009 I packed my bag and flew to Madrid to join the crew of The Camino Documentary. Nothing could have seemed less plausible to me. Just a few months earlier, I had turned sixty-four, I was not in great physical shape, I did not like to fly long distances, I rarely went on a trip without the companionship of my husband, and I had spent the last year tracking my daughter’s blood counts and diet as she recovered from a serious health issue.

But when co-producer Theresa Tollini told me she was going to Spain to work on a documentary about the people who walk the Camino de Santiago, and she would like my support, I immediately said “Yes!”

My daughter was healthy and planning a June wedding, and I was eager to go on with my life. But I carried the stress from the prior months of worrying and watching and I couldn’t turn the corner to my own new beginning. I had an insight that the Camino would lead me back to myself. Little did I know that the greatest lesson I would learn from the Camino was the blessing that comes from being uncomfortable.

I had expected to help in any way I could, especially interviewing participants, a role I had played in two other documentary films. But assisting the producers of a film like The Camino Documentary meant being ready to do whatever is needed – finding places to eat, keeping track of pilgrims, carrying equipment, taking notes, handling money, washing dishes, buying sweatshirts when the weather became unexpectedly cold and a thousand other tasks, big and small. And the truth is, I was in an unfamiliar place, didn’t know Spanish, and had never worked on an international film crew before. I was used to being a competent therapist and writer with a successful career. I was not used to being a beginner, and I often felt very insecure—which restaurant would suit a crew of people from several different countries? How do I find my way back to the film location? This pack is too heavy. I am too slow.

The experience was humbling and profound. You can stay in your familiar environment where you feel in control but that is not where you grow and savor life. I was not always comfortable during the three weeks I spent with the film crew, but I felt tenderly alive, vulnerable in a way I was not accustomed to. Maybe that is what the Zen Buddhists mean by Beginner’s Mind.

I remember a day when the fog rolled in near the top of the Pyrenees and the world around me felt still and peaceful. I remember a day when the film crew walked on ahead with the pilgrim they were filming, and I let myself fall behind and walk by myself for hours. The layers of tension and worry fell away as I watched the tall grasses blow in the breeze and felt the solid earth beneath my feet. The days of walking and sharing loosened tight places in me and made me feel fresh and alive.

When I returned to California, I discovered that my heart had opened and I looked at all aspects of my life as a pilgrimage. My daughter and her husband got married a few weeks later in a beautiful garden overlooking the Santa Ynez Mountains, and as they walked back down the path hand in hand, I silently whispered to them, “Buen Camino.”


Pilgrim/The Camino Documentary Staffer Mani Feniger
Author of The Woman in the Photograph
USA
www.manifeniger.com
Walked parts of the Camino during the production phase of The Camino Documentary in 2009.


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 Reprinted with permission of The Camino Documentary blog Moderator 07/3/12

 

Monday, July 2, 2012

Paulo Coelho Shares a way to Travel Differently


Travelling differently

by Paulo Coelho
I realised very early on that, for me, travelling was the best way of learning. I still have a pilgrim soul, and I thought that I would use this column to pass on some of the lessons I have learned, in the hope that they might prove useful to other pilgrims like me.
1. Avoid museums. This might seem to be absurd advice, but let's just think about it a little: if you are in a foreign city, isn't it far more interesting to go in search of the present than of the past? It's just that people feel obliged to go to museums because they learned as children that travelling was about seeking out that kind of culture. Obviously museums are important, but they require time and objectivity - you need to know what you want to see there, otherwise you will leave with a sense of having seen a few really fundamental things, except that you can't remember what they were.
2. Hang out in bars. Bars are the places where life in the city reveals itself, not in museums. By bars I don't mean nightclubs, but the places where ordinary people go, have a drink, ponder the weather, and are always ready for a chat. Buy a newspaper and enjoy the ebb and flow of people. If someone strikes up a conversation, however silly, join in: you cannot judge the beauty of a particular path just by looking at the gate.
3. Be open. The best tour guide is someone who lives in the place, knows everything about it, is proud of his or her city, but does not work for any agency. Go out into the street, choose the person you want to talk to, and ask them something (Where is the cathedral? Where is the post office?). If nothing comes of it, try someone else - I guarantee that at the end of the day you will have found yourself an excellent companion.
4. Try to travel alone or - if you are married - with your spouse. It will be harder work, no one will be there taking care of you, but only in this way can you truly leave your own country behind. Traveling with a group is a way of being in a foreign country while speaking your mother tongue, doing whatever the leader of the flock tells you to do, and taking more interest in group gossip than in the place you are visiting.
5. Don't compare. Don't compare anything - prices, standards of hygiene, quality of life, means of transport, nothing! You are not traveling in order to prove that you have a better life than other people - your aim is to find out how other people live, what they can teach you, how they deal with reality and with the extraordinary.
6. Understand that everyone understands you. Even if you don't speak the language, don't be afraid: I've been in lots of places where I could not communicate with words at all, and I always found support, guidance, useful advice, and even girlfriends. Some people think that if they travel alone, they will set off down the street and be lost for ever. Just make sure you have the hotel card in your pocket and - if the worst comes to the worst - flag down a taxi and show the card to the driver.
7. Don't buy too much. Spend your money on things you won't need to carry: tickets to a good play, restaurants, trips. Nowadays, with the global economy and the Internet, you can buy anything you want without having to pay excess baggage.
8. Don't try to see the world in a month. It is far better to stay in a city for four or five days than to visit five cities in a week. A city is like a capricious woman: she takes time to be seduced and to reveal herself completely.
9. A journey is an adventure. Henry Miller used to say that it is far more important to discover a church that no one else has ever heard of than to go to Rome and feel obliged to visit the Sistine Chapel with two hundred thousand other tourists bellowing in your ear. By all means go to the Sistine Chapel, but wander the streets too, explore alleyways, experience the freedom of looking for something - quite what you don't know - but which, if you find it, will - you can be sure - change your life.
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Saturday, June 23, 2012

Yesterday the temp on my car thermometer was 111

How funny life can be.  I moved to Colorado to get out of the intense heat so I could enjoy my walking/hiking more.  So what happens, we have a dryer and hotter season.  Today they are saying it will be 100+.  Yesterday I was out for some errands and the thermometer on my car said it was 111 in the sun.  Today who knows how high it will get.  This is more like Arizona than Colorado.  I haven't been walking as much as I had hoped I would.  For some reason I have not been able to stabilize my life and all the stress from this has me down and out.  I tend to not move much now.  I want to do the Camino but I can't do it without getting in better shape and losing some weight.  So my up beat attitude is wavering.  I still dream of walking the Camino.  Today I went on a Camino site and looked around to stimulate me.  Then I found this great Camino patch that I can sew on to my backpack and wear when I walk.  I ordered it.  It felt like I was committing myself, preparing for the trip, keeping it alive.

By the way, the fire has now burned over 80,000 Acres.

Buen Camino
b

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

And The Fires Have Come to Enrich the Land



So Mother Nature has decided we need to clean the land here.  She sent lightening, let it smolder for a few days and then 6am Saturday 6/9/12 it erupted.  Since then the fire has burned over 47,000 acres and is on its way to the largest fire in this area.  I am watching the pictures on the TV right now.  They are showing it from the sky.  It currently is many, many miles long devouring a beetle kill area.  I see the flames rising high in the sky, some look over 100 feet tall.  It is volcanic like in it's consumption.  The smoke makes billowous feel like a trickle.  The film is shocking as it fills the screen.  Knowing what it looks like from a plane, everything so small, this fire is enormous.

This is day one.


Here is a link to more pictures of what is happening around my home.  This is my first fire and it is teaching me how small I am.  I have walked where there has been a fire and it is something to see.  A lot of stems in the air and on the ground but nothing else.  Then, you will pass a small flower coming up through all the destruction reminding you that life continues.   One day I will be hiking where this fire is, maybe not till next year as they are saying the fire might not be contained and out till fall.

Enjoy the pictures and may this not happen in your area.

buen camino
b

Friday, May 25, 2012

I have been getting out more, suddenly.  Last Sunday I was out walking with a new friend and managed to complete 6 miles.  It was a neat walk.  We walked around a lake and then walked into a neighborhood and walked all over it.  There were some gentle ups and downs.  We were talking so much I didn't even notice where I was walking.  I tried last night to find the place and found it by chance.  I parked at Monmouth Park and walked over the hill and Wa La there it was, the lake.  I headed out over the hill but as I got to the lake it got real cold and I didn't have anything with me.  This was a real impromptu walk.  I tried to push through it but decided I was getting too cold and headed back.  I only got in a couple of miles.  But now I know where I was.  There is a shorter way to get there and I will try to find that one this week end.

I will be doing new work starting next week.  I will be working at home.  Not the best for exercise.  Therefore, I will have to create new ways to get in some exercise during the day.  I started an Insanity exercise routine yesterday as well.  We will see how well I do with that.  If it is too rough I decided I will just do what I can and not worry about being perfect.  The biggest challenge I have is doing exercise.  That is one of the reasons I want to walk the Camino.  My problem is I don't like doing it alone therefore I talk myself out of it easily. But, I want to have the experience of the walk, see the country, learn some Spanish, meet people and just be out there walking every day with nothing else to do but forced walking.  I have no idea how far I will get or even if I have what it takes to finish it.  I have been so stuck in my home most of my life by circumstances that I am not sure what will happen.  BUT, I might just make it all the way and I might just have an amazing time, and I might just make some new friends and I might......  It is all these' mights' that keep me interested.  

Life is a funny thing.   The more I learn the less I know.  I keep thinking 'I got it'.  I turn around to apply it and crap,  I don't have it yet so off I go to learn more.  I am getting to the place where I am surrendering again and just deciding that I will never have what I want.  I have been trying for 64 years and it just hasn't worked.  I have had the money to do this trip twice and both times things happened that kept me from going. So now I am trying again.  I do know the let go and it will come to you but don't really believe that statement any more, I have tried it too many times and failed.  The things that matter to me just don't seem to be in my life, it is like the universe says tough shit B you can't have it no matter how much you try.  Then I say I'll show you and head out to make it happen, only to be defeated again.  So much for my soap box.

I was thinking the other day as the weather switched from the 80s to the 50s, how much I hated this when I lived in Vermont.  I was happy to move to Florida and see the sun every day.  Then the day finally came when the heat and humidity got to me.  I headed west and have been enjoying the cooler, dryer weather.  And, I have found joy in the weather changes.  Maybe because I like to bundle up in warm clothes and snuggle so this cold weather feels good to me now.  I am finding the hot weather is not the hot of North Carolina.  It doesn't seem to bother me the same.  It is not as intense nor as long.  Of course, August will probably be more like North Carolina.  I am waiting to see how my first summer in Colorado goes. When I visited last summer the pool was freezing for me but maybe this year it will be better.

Time for my insanity work out and then take the grand dog out.  Later everyone.

Buen Camino
b


Sunday, May 6, 2012

Dealing with Challenges of Life

Part of the view from the viewing deck at Sky Ranch in Sedona Arizona
It has been such an interesting thing moving to Colorado so I could get out in the country to hike and get ready for my new body.  Make it happen.  But there seems to have been one thing after another that has kept me from as much exercise as I anticipated.  From having such a sever blood loss that my arms and legs didn't work because there wasn't enough blood to work them.  Interesting thing about that.  The Doctor gave me no indication that this would happen and gave me no advise.  Now with hind sight I am wondering how come he didn't address this.  Could it be because I didn't have insurance?  Hum!  It does make one wonder.  I had to figure it out, figure out how to heal it and do it myself.  Thanks Doc.

Well, the long and short of it is I was in recovery for a long time and then I had to go to work because the hospital and doctor bills wiped out my savings.  This brought about a new adventure.  I worked on the top floor and walked up 4 flights to get there.  I went up and down anywhere from 3 to 9 times a day, that's 24 to 72 flights half up and half down.  My mind had to learn a whole new system and get back into working after many years out of work.  I was exhausted at the end of the day, both mentally and physically.  Then I had to move.  I ended up in an interesting living arrangement, I am a long way form walking paths and the shortness of income kept me from driving around to find paths or trials.  If I was a negative thinker I would think the world was conspiring against me, but alas it is just life.

The weather has changed and spring is coming in with a bang, heat and all.  So I am about to learn how to hike in the dry heat.  I feel a lot better and am inwardly inspiring myself.  Now all I have to do is get beyond my mind and get my legs moving. 

Things have changed a lot as I have gotten older.  I don't have any disease and am pretty healthy.  No colds this winter.  But some aches and pains that I keep pushing through.  It is amazing to me that my mind is in one place and my body is in another.  I am trying to get them to get together again.  Maybe it is because I carry more weight then I should.  But whatever it is I have decided to keep pushing on and believing that if I just don't quit it will all work out and I will accomplish my goals.

If you want to visit a great place take this little town in Arizona called Sedona.
This is where I stay when I am there "Sky Ranch"                         




The top picture is part of the view from the motel.  It was a bit foggy so the picture wasn't as bright as I would have preferred.  Here are a few more pics:


















I haven't been writing as I did in the past as this move did not bring what I had anticipated.  I have found myself limited by health first and then time.  The place where I now live has further limited me.  I tried with all I had to get a rental in town so I could be out on my bike and walking daily but it didn't work and I am stuck out of town just off a main highway and the walking is severely limited here (there is no place to put my bike so it isn't here it is being stored).  My jobs are temporary and my income goes up and down, sometimes by 1/3, again limiting me.  So here I am today finally talking about this knowing full well all you successful people will be saying to yourselves things like "just go do it", 'She's just quitting" etc etc. But when you are in the middle of the country with only major highways around that bring more health problems then they solve with all that exhaust and your income in so low that you can only afford enough gas to get back and forth to work, life creates a new set of obstacles to overcome.

I dream of a place in town, a permanent job with enough income so I can do something other than just go to work.  Until then I continue with what I am able to do.

Buen Camino
b










Sunday, March 25, 2012

A Little Bit of Everything Lately

It has been a bit of this and that for exercising lately.  More like, what is happening or where can I go in this short time.  My job is on the 3rd floor and it has 4 flights of stairs to get there.  I make sure I go up and down a min. of 4 times a day, 32 trips.  AND I have started to lightly run up the stairs.  I play Chariots of Fire in my head as I ascend.  I make it up 3 flights before my panting is just too much.  I stand on the stairs panting hoping no one comes out and sees me.  And hoping my heart is getting stronger and stronger. 

Then I did a 5K about a week ago that turned into 6 miles for the day.  It was a gorgeous day and I just didn't want to go inside.  My grand daughter and her parents joined me for a crazy time walking and running.  There must have been 4000 people there.  Wall to wall people running, walking with strollers and walking with dogs.  What a mixture.  It was a great place for learning to be versatile while running a race.

I have taken to parking my car on one end of town and walking to my destination.  Tomorrow morning I am having a work breakfast.  I will drop my car at the office.  Go up the 4 flights of stairs to drop off my belongings.  Then walk to the restaurant several blocks away.

Today I was determined to find a place to park my car and go for a bike ride on one of the many great paths around here.  I hit the 777 on the machine and had a big payoff.  The trail I found (Spring Creek Trail) was awesome.  It was so cool.  It rambled up and down, across bridges and twisted and turned.  It was great to get back in the swing again.  I biked out for a while and then came upon a picnic area.  Had a sandwich and orange then took off to explore another trail.  I discovered it would take me several miles toward home. 

Then back to my car.  I really noticed the ride and knew it was the first of the season.  I must tell you pumping up my tires was an experience.  It took forever.  I pumped and pumped until it finally reached 60psi.  I decided that would be good enough.  Maybe I should invest in a plug in pump and just use the car battery to do this.

All in all, I am tired but a good tired and loved my first day back on the trails on my bike.  I am hoping to do more miles next time and I will start taking pics again.  I got real close to the mountains today and it was awesome.  I am thinking I need a new phone so I can take better pics.  Maybe it is time for a smart phone.  I will probably do something about it this year.

Suddenly I seem to be dreaming about ways to exercise.  Planning levels of exercise.  I know I want to really create an awesome body but I do have a problem with application of the dreams.  I am applying but not enough to make the changes I want to make.  Sometimes I think I am slow at this because there are things going on inside me that have to be finished before I can go full force.  I hope these aren't all excuses but me tuning into my body.  I am practicing my visualization and changing my belief systems.  It has taken so long to get to this place that sometimes I wonder if I have taken too long and this body is not capable of doing what I want it to do.  Then other times I poo paw that is garbage and I can do it.  I just hope that real positive part of me becomes the inner leader of my life.

I just reread this.  Quite a rambling mess.  Not  so author like.  But sometimes I just feel like I want to speak the way I think.  Ops, maybe I shouldn't have revealed just how jumbled my thoughts can be.

Buen Camino
b

Monday, March 12, 2012

It is time to get my camera out again and start taking pics of where I am walking.

I have moved into a room in someone else's home.  It is a very different experience.  I am sharing the kitchen and bathroom with total strangers.  Maybe this is preparation for my Camino walk.  I have lived alone for several years now and not had to share space.  Now I am sharing almost as much as I will be on the walk.  Here at least I have my own bedroom.  I am getting used to it and finding myself rather enjoying this new adventure.  We couldn't be more farther apart as people but I have been understanding all encompassing love in deeper ways.  Acceptance is a very difficult lesson.  Even if we think we are accepting of others, just bring in something like maybe drinking and smoking and you don't do either.  Try living in love in that situation.  We are all such unique and wonderful people but even when we share many samenesses (my made up word), we still have a hard time living together.  So when we are polar opposites it is a whole new game.

I am further out from all the trails so I am finding ways of walking from the house.  Often going in circles to avoid the highway.  On the week ends I have taken to driving into town and parking my car on the north side, then walking to the south side and back.  Today I was given a few places I can go and park my car and get on trails.  I see a map of trails but don't see anywhere to stop and park my car.  After my conversation with a co worker, I understand a lot of the park and walk areas are on the north side of town.  I am on the south side.

This coming week end I am going to do a 5K and see how I feel after.  I was thinking I would try to do a bit of running, a bit of jogging and probably lots more walking.  The last one I did was Thanksgiving and that went well even though I carried my 4 year old grand daughter on my shoulders for just over half of the 4 miles we did.  Tis the season of 5Ks and 10Ks, I will be hunting them out.  I found out the mountain trails won't be dry enough to walk till about July.  Creativity will be the name of my walking till then.

I have a new job.  My office is on the third floor.  I have to walk up 4 flights of stairs to get to it.  I average between 8 and 12 flights of stairs a day.  This will surly help the old lungs.  Some times I stop once and other times it is twice but one day I am going to run up these stairs, just like Rocky in the movie.  I remember watching that movie and wanting to run up the stairs like he did.  Of course the music 'Chariots of Fire' really helped in the stimulation market.  Maybe I should find it on my iPod and play it when I go up and down at work.  Speaking of iPods, we are allowed to wear them when we are at work.  This place is so cool.  I can even wear blue jeans to work and I heard the other day that shorts in the summer are ok if they are long.  Probably down to peddle pushers or today they call them Capris.  How cute we are, recycle the old and call it some fancy new name so people think they are buying something new.

My walking is increasing as spring is beginning to come to the Rockies.  I hear that we are supposed to get, on average, 11 inches of snow in March.  It is 3/12 and we have had none.  In fact this week it is in the 70's.  Can you imagine that, the Rockie mountains in the 70's in March.  Well, I am taking advantage of this great weather and getting started again.  My walking around the city is part of the preparation, as we all know that walking on pavement is hard on our feet.  I am toughening up this old bod.

I was thinking of going out to coyote ridge again but found out that this is matting season and they are very hungry.  Not such a good idea,  I'll wait for a bit.  This is like bear season in Vermont.  I hated having to stay out of the woods when I was a kid.  I loved to sneak around and see how many animals I could find.  Once I saw a black panther.  It was a big, very big, field.  I was near the south side of it laying on a boulder under a tree.  I looked up and saw him crossing the field on the far north side.  I quietly laid there until he entered the woods.  Then I hightailed it out of there.  I will never forget the feeling of seeing a black panther in the wild.  I have seen all the usual animals, deer, elk, moose but a black panther was a real thrill.

buen camino
b




Friday, January 13, 2012

It has been a While Since I Blogged

Happy New Year to the world and may this year be the year that we all open our hearts and learn to accept our differences as well as our similarities.


Here is Ceanna my grand daughter, just turned 4, trying to find a balance with these new things on her feet.  They use plastic  trash buckets here to start skating and finding their balance.  This is her first trip to a skating rink.  She had a very hard time the first time around and spent more time on her bottom than on her skates.
By the end of the first day, actually within 2 hours, she tried skating by herself.  She found her balance.  WOW!  What a great kid.  She will be walking the hills of the world one day.




Then it was off sledding in the beautiful snow we had for Christmas.  The hills around the neighborhood are great.  I flew down one and ended up in a marsh that wasn't totally frozen.  A bit wet but great fun and I went back and did it again.



It has been a very interesting move.  With the extreme blood loss when I arrived I discovered that the older the body the longer it takes to replace all that blood.  It is also very painful but alas I believe I have overcome it all.  Now I am building my core muscles and my lungs.  We will see how long that takes.  I thought I was going to come here and continue where I left on in Charlotte.  No!  No way, I am completely rebuilding my body and it is taking some time.  Things got away from me for a bit during Christmas but I am finally back into the flow.  I have started a gym class called Fit2 Be Me.  It is designed for women after child birth.  It is core rebuilding, finding limits and moving them further, Zumba and several other classes.  Let's just say, they know what they are doing and the aching of my abs prove it.  So instead of out climbing mountains I am walking and taking classes to rebuild my core.  I am thinking that by spring I will be back in the mountains, contending with mud by then.  I will have to get some different boots to hike in mud.

I was having lunch the other day at Cracker Barrel and met an older couple.  She was walking with a cane but the brightness in her eyes was almost blinding.  She and I started talking about The Camino and walking it.  She asked about the book I was reading, Aleph by Paulo Coehlo.  I explained him by describing his book, The Pilgrimage, about his walk across northern Spain.  She had heard about the walk and had seen the movie "The Way" and knew all about Martin Sheen and Emilio Estevez making the movie and walking the path.  We had a very spirited conversation about the walk and she looked like she would like to do it.  In fact when I told her that the biggest age groups are those just out of college and retired people she was amazed.  We parted talking about meeting on the trail.  I love it when someone around my age gets excited about walking.

So, to sum it all up, I am still training but not like I thought I would be.  I am looking forward to an even greater health.  I am a mixture of lazy and energized so I get lots done and I get nothing done.  But I have come to realize that I became the lazy me out of over doing.  As a much younger adult I over did all the time.  I didn't have much choice at the time but it was certainly wrong and I am paying for it now.  Breaking the laziness that developed out of exhaustion has not been easy for me but I am getting better all the time.  I also have noticed since I lost this 40lbs that I am desiring to be more active.  I am wanting to be more fit.  I am dreaming about me as a fit athletic person.  This month I am working on regaining my momentum in exercising and better eating habits after great holidays.  I am also learning that omitting food groups isn't the same for me at this age as it was when I was younger and the seasons make a difference as well.  Therefore my winter diet has more non vegetable carbs than my summer diet does.  To keep me warm.

Before I sign off there is one more thing I want to learn about and it is how to do such a great walk and eat to support the walk but not to   mess up my body again.  I know it can be so easy to over eat and return continuing that behavior.  So  I am look for ways to keep my body fueled during the walk but yet not need to continue to eat at the same level when I return.  If anyone has any ideas please share.  Right now I am thinking maybe eating a very small amount every 2 hours with as big a breakfast as I can get and as small a dinner I can find. 

Buen Camino
b

Monday, December 5, 2011

Bright and Early Thanksgiving Morning We Headed Out...




This year we reunited with an event we participated in when we lived in Florida, so many years ago.  Back in those days my son was getting into a healthy life style, working out and building a power body.  He really got us all started with his 5Ks.  I would go to support him, you know that motherly thing - be there for your kids.  I began to feel all the energy of the races.  It was awesome and I came alive walking around watching everyone else.  The problem I had was creating this energy so I could get myself out to walk or run during everyday moments.  At that time I did a better job than I do now.  The longer I go without a job the harder life seems to be getting and the stress levels are through the roof.  These factors seem to keep me tagged to a chair.  I am one of those feeling people.  What a bummer, it means my entire life moves by the energy I am in.  I have tried different jobs, different homes etc etc but have not succeeded to create the atmosphere that best fits me as a person.  Maybe that is why I want to walk the Camino.

Anyway back to the story, for several years we would walk the Turkey Trot in our local area and then head home to enjoy our Thanksgiving meal.  It felt good to do something for others before giving ourselves a gift.  It was an accomplishment of giving and on a perfect day.  I wondered why more people didn't do the walk.  It is not hard and all types are there so everyone fits in somewhere in the vast field of human bodies.  I would start in the front because I knew I would finish near the end and I figured this would delay my inevitable decline to the back of the pack and allow me to walk over the finish line with others.  Of course the others were there because they started there, it did not reflect a lack of physical fitness, just a choice of crowd they walked within.  And now, now I start 15 minutes before everyone else hoping I will finish before the end of the pack.  Hummmm!

This year we decided to return to the Turkey Trot (to earn our meal as we put it) and my 3 year old grand daughter came with us.  We as a family have been working all year on healthy eating and weight reduction.  Bright and early we rose to eggs and bacon, a good protein boost, Lord knows we have enough stored carbs, no need to stock up on them.  Off we went, my grand daughter was all excited to run the race.  She said she was going to win and that she was faster than anyone and she would beat them all.  God bless her, she was riding on my shoulders before we completed the first of the four miles.  She has a bit of her grand mother in her, that bit that thinks' I can do anything' and then reality sets in to slap me up the side of the face to let me know that I think bigger than my abilities.  Chuckle  Chuckle

So, with some coaxing she managed to walk about 2+ miles, here and there and rode on my shoulders the rest of the 4 miles.  It was a long walk.  All the coaxing took time as she would sit and mope.  The long and the short is we took one hour and 40 minutes to walk 4 miles.  WOW!  That was a slow trip but we got it done and she finished the walk.  Next year we will try it again and I am sure she will do much better.  She is beginning to learn that she has to work at things to become good at them.

My daughter had a super trip, she has been working out with a personal trainer for about 4 weeks.  She finished in 58 minutes.  So awesome, go girl.  My son in law finished a bit later and then came back to meet us stragglers.  Truth be told he was ready for some good Thanksgiving food and it was home in the oven warming up.

As a side bar: I used to do this in 45 minutes, what a change.  I would like to get back to this.  Maybe next year. I hope to meet all of you out on the road turkey trotting one day.  Hurray for us all!

Happy Holidays to one and all
buen camino
b

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

It is Holiday time once Again



... and I would like to wish everyone the best of holidays.  This is a season of joy and tears all mixed up in the hurriedness of shopping, cooking, wrapping etc.  So much emotion all packed into a couple of months.  Maybe we are so busy not feeling the rest of the year that we have to get it all out in a short piece of time.  What ever the reason, it is here and we are zooming through it with the speed of light or we are sloughing through it wishing we didn't have to do this.  What ever is the result know that if you decide to take on a thing like walking the Camino, this too will be your experience.  This walk is a place to reflect on our natural ways.  Maybe even try to make some changes, but alas that is up to you.

For me, I am looking for the time to clean up the last parts of my 'house'.  Then I desire to replace the old mind/house with a new one.  IN this new one I am soft yet strong, wise with no need to let anyone know this, kind, considerate, able to SEE why people do things therefore in my compassion I help if it is requested and walk on for those not ready. Understand joy and be joy, understand laughter and be laughter, understand all-encompassing love and be all-encompassing love and last but not least be grateful in all of life's many happenings.

Douglas Everett sums it up very nicely:
  There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and  then there are those who turn one into the other.




Happy Holidays to one and all and may your dreams and reality unite into one world. 

                                                                                                                           
Barbara






Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Coyote Ridge Hike - A surprise at the top



Part of the view on top of Coyote Ridge

 I have been getting on meetup.com a lot to find groups to connect with as well as places to hike.  For those of you that have not connected with Meet Up, it is a wonderful site on the web that gives you lists of various types of local groups.  Pick the one or ones you wold like to interact with and click on them.  You usually have to join.  Easy thing.  They will email you events and gatherings. 

As I searched for upcoming activities, with new groups,I found a site that is a group of hikers.  O! How I would love to do this, and will when I am a bit faster.  These people have been hiking for a long time.  My measly shuffle would leave me behind in a matter of minutes.  BUT!  They had scheduled a night time hike.

This intrigued me.  I wasn't sure if I was up for a hike in the dark so I decided to head out in the day time and check out the trail.  My research brought good news.  The hike is a straight line from the back of our home, across some prairie.  Driving directions took me around the prairie and another development.  In a matter of minutes I was at the trail head.  Just what I have wanted, easy quick access.

This is the reverse view from the top of Coyote Ridge - my car is back near the homes and there are 3 ridges and 3 valleys to go over to get to the top of Coyote Ridge
I stepped out of my car, looked across the prairie and said, "I can do that."  Attaching my car keys to my waist loop, grabbing my water bottle and slipping on my back pack, out I headed.  I had on shorts, t-shirt and a sweat shirt.  It wasn't long before I was taking the sweat shirt off.  I think Colorado is a big, no  huge projection on the earth.  Why? You ask.  Because it is November, the temps are in the 40's and sometimes the 50's and I am hot.  The sun beats down so strongly here that even in winter temps you can hike in shorts and a t-shirt.  For a person who was born and brought up in Vermont I am finding this a bit weird.  I leave the house with all my cold gear, just in case (the reason for the back pack).  Alas, I never seem to use it unless I am still out when the sun goes down.

In school I read about the prairie and the desert.  They kept saying it was hot in the day and cold at night.  I would repeat this bit of information with great gusto, feeling like I knew what I was talking about.  I never had a hint as to the actual truth.  I had no idea what it was truly like. I could only relate it to my life in Vermont and Florida.  Never shall the twain meet, their is no resemblance in any way, shape or manner.

Lugging my winter clothes off I went.  Today it is in the low 40's.  My first adventure was a field full of Prairie Dogs.  They are so cute.  Here is a pic:

Prairie Dogs Ft Collins, CO
 They were everywhere.  Their cute little bodies pretending they are a pile of sand, standing as still as a statue waiting for you to walk on by.  As soon as you leave their sight they begin to talk to each other.  It is so cute.  One would speak, silence and then another would answer.  This kept going for the duration of my travel across the FIRST prairie.  Yes, the first prairie, You read that correctly.  I was in for a surprise as I continued.  The ground began to loop up and I thought, "This was an easy walk, I can do this in the dark."  Such an innocent I am. 

I crested the first ridge to find another valley and another ridge.  'O, okay,  I need to cross this valley and go up there.'  I thought as I walked along the first ridge.  I had met several people coming back from the walk, never thinking I should ask questions.  Being the 'seasoned' hiker I was, I headed down the trail confident I can do this.  Across the valley, I found myself in the yard of a home.  Hummnm,  with an outdoor privy.  I guess I'll just borrow that for a moment.  Slipping quietly in the door giving thanks that I didn't have to pee on the prairie, once again I was ready to hike on.  No one was around so I just walked on through the yard and up the trail I found behind the house.  It was getting a bit steeper. 


Then it turned sharply to the left and walked up and around the corner of the ridge straight into a big mud pit.


Remnants of my forerunners, bike ruts as deep as my ankles are tall, foot prints showing suction holes, and snow.  Yes, it snowed a couple of weeks ago and it was still on this trail.  I hadn't thought of mud or snow and was in my sneakers, not my boots.  For the first time I experienced the feel of huge clumps of mud adhered to my shoes.  I felt like Frankenstein with his thick soled boots.  The added weight made me clumsy, sharpening my nerves as I slipped along the trail with a wall of stone on my left and a cliff on my right.  One 'ophs' and I would be sliding down a raven. The stories of lost hikers flew through my brain as I realized I hadn't told anyone where I was going.

Just then a policeman came along on his bike and all thoughts of tragedy disappeared.  We chatted about the trail and how safe it was for me to walk by myself anywhere around here.  I only had to watch out for the bears and rattlesnakes.  Now, I don't know about you, but which would you rather have a hoodlum or a bear or a rattlesnake?  I am thinking I might fair better with the hoodlum.  Hummmm!

I did ask him about the trail.  I had to go around the ridge, cross another valley and climb the last ridge.  The last ridge had a long switchback.  This part was pure rock, yes rocks not boulders or big things but little ones that like to turn your ankles and see if they can scratch them all up at the same time.  I missed a lot of the view in this part as I dared not take my eyes off the trail, that's how I bumped into, or almost, a man on a bike, would you believe, riding down these rocks.  Yes, riding down this steep trail filled with rocks on a bike.  That must be why his hair was white, he scared all the color out of it.  Smile

Shortly after that a little lady with hiking poles walked past me.  She was no where to be seen and suddenly she was passing me.  I looked incredulously at her.  She smiled and said she hikes this area a lot.  She had on a shirt that had a circle with a big 75 in it.  Apparently she is 75 or older and the member of a hiking group for those 75 and older.  I wanted to hang my head down and bury it between my legs.  I was so ashamed of my lack of athleticism. She shook my hand.  I have never felt such power in a hand before, not from a male or a female.  This woman is who I would want around if I got in trouble.  She was a good example for me and I will keep her in my mind to remember where I want to be.

That is ridge 2, I am standing on ridge 1



Looking out from Coyote Ridge across the next valley and beginning to see the Rockies in the distance.   

The trip was a bit longer than I had anticipated but well worth it.  I look forward to walking this trail again, with my boots this time.  Also, next time I don't want to be short of time.  I want to stay on the top of the ridge for a while and just take in the beauty.  A city girl gone wild,  before long I will be riding horses and roping cattle.  Chuckle!  Chuckle!.

Ultreya buen camino
b

Friday, November 11, 2011

An Interview of Paulo Coehlo about the Camino

The Spanish Camino on the left and the French Camino on the Right

As you can see their are many paths to complete the Camino in France. They all join with the original Camino in Spain.  Today, the many roads traveled in Spain to get to the Camino, are now Camino walks all in themselves.  They come from the north, south and west or Portugal.   Many have reverted to these trails, once used as a way to the Camino, for their Camino, as there are less people traveling them.  The Camino Frances or the Original goes over the Pyrenees from St Jean Pied de Port, into Spain and  across northern Spain to Santiago de Compestella.  It is said to be the burial place of the Apostle St James, son of Zebedee, one of Jesus' first disciples

Here is an interview with Paulo Coehlo from Newsweek:


The City: Santiago de Compostela

Thursday, November 10, 2011

My First Inspiration for Walking the Camino




I was walking through a bookstore when a book caught my eye.  It was The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho.  He, at the time, was new to America being a Brazilian author.  It was his first translated book, as far as I knew.  Riveting!  I just sat there and read and read and read until it was finished, but not without many markings, turned down pages and explanations of my own.  It became a text book of sorts at the time.  I was new to the world of "create your own life" (at least consciously) and soaked up everything I could.  I was entirely focused in remaking my world, dramatically.  I no longer wanted to be where I had wallowed for so long.  Little did I know how long it would take me to really make a difference and how much my mind, subconscious beliefs, were running my life.  I had periods where I was on top of it and doing well then it would suddenly rear it's head and The Old would pop back in in a new disguise.  One day I was an angel and the next I was a coyote, the trickster, really messing up my life. 

I fell in love with Paulo 's writing and searched out more translations.  Soon I was devouring his words.   Then I found The Pilgrimage.  I sat down and began a whole new journey in my life.  I found a great big bag of fear hidden in me.  It slowly opened up, kind of like a Pandora's box.  I thought I was really moving forward and making all the changes I wanted in my life and creating this new fun existence.  Suddenly this box brought in a whole new set of poooo.  This poooo smelled awful and I felt ashamed.  I had been teaching what I had been learning.  You know, learn, give, get more routine.  The path had been guiding me well until I found this hidden pile of poooo.  I think it had been hidden for many centuries because it was a smell so great that it would knock you out with just a wiff.

It was when I knew I needed to walk, get into nature, meditate etc to clean out this box within me.  BUT, life got in the way.  Along with life I made a few misjudgements for myself and off I was lost in a tangent.  One of my real life problems, keeping focused on what I truly wanted.  My family could just whisper and I would change my life in an instant for them.  They didn't have to ask for anything, I just would notice a need and give up my life and change for what I thought they wanted.  Such  a crazy lady.  I actually had a problem doing what I wanted and had to fight to do it.  I would always acquiesce. These bad habits put me in a place where I was unable to do the walk and I became lost in my own rabbit hole.  Constantly wishing I could find a way to get out and go for my walk.  I worked at it for years but for some reason beyond me, I kept hitting walls, not just walls but thick stone walls.  It was as if I was trapped in a stone box and try as I might no one would come help me and I couldn't seem to get out.

Then one day I found a bit of stone that was disintegrating.  I grabbed it and worked it until out I popped.  Now I am out and have come up with another idea of how I can manage to do this walk.  If this works out I will be walking next year.  This is my inner journey that I have sought to attain for many years.  Those demons from the Pandora's box have been doing a good job on me.  This blog is my public way of making things happen.  Remember fear is all part of the ethereal area, it really doesn't exist unless I allow it to be there.  But this old lady has been allowing it to run me, without even knowing I was doing such a thing.  The walk puts the fear hidden in the box right out front, ready for me to face.  I have tried walking at home but the duration is never long enough.  Remember, I have become very efficient over the centuries at hiding and pretending it doesn't really exist.  It doesn't exist, but because I hide it I give it validity.  Forced to walk for 6 weeks and deal with every day to day challenge in a foreign country where I do not know the language (and I will be in areas where they do not speak or know English) will bring out this hidden Beelzebub and I will be able to take back my power once and for ever.

Ultreya, buen camino

b


Monday, November 7, 2011

Catching up!

Isn't the fall the most beautiful thing?  Yes, the colors are amazing and next comes snow.  Wha hooooo!

It has been a real experience moving to Colorado.  I haven't been able to keep up with my postings as life has been very scattered lately.  Starting off with ending up in the emergency room the next day after I arrived to having an operation 4 weeks later.  The blood loss really did a job on me.  When I was in college I had an extreme blood loss but recovered quickly enough that I did not really notice it.  BUT, once you are over 60 it seems to be a new agenda.  I was down and out for a few weeks.  I did go out and try to hold up a happy face but ooooooooooo so little energy.  Then, the blood loss caused an iron deficiency.  I didn't find out about that until after the operation.  It takes a bit longer to get blood test results here. So off to the health food store to get some Hemaplex.  Then I realized I needed more oxygen and ordered some liquid oxygen to put into my water.  This threw off my magnesium so I added this.  After all this stuff I am finally not aching all the time.  I am at my best right now, since this all started.

I have been walking in my neighborhood, with my new found walking buddies, and have started to work with the Wii.  I am excited about my reduction in my weight and have begun focusing myself to drop into a new 10s before thanksgiving.  I am now back to my 1998 weight.  Yeaaaa.  Today I started the Wii fitness to back up the walking.  I need more exercise with my upper body.  I did my waist today.  I started a Yoga class last Thursday and hope to continue (the teacher said she will be off and on available for the next 2 months due to classes she is taking).  I am also job hunting and networking at events to find a job. 

All of this activity plus having family around more than I have had in 15 years, has been keeping me busy.  My goal is still for my walk, I just don't know if I can make it next spring, may have to be next fall.  One thing about all these changes in my life is I seem to be more flexible about when I go.  Before it had to be in cool weather and no rain and now I am shifting to 'whenever'.  I love this new flexibility.  I am also  experiencing positive and negative thoughts.  I have always been a person who may bitch a bit but always went back to the positive shortly.  So I maintained a positive belief system.   But there has been an underlying fear that has brought about things I would prefer to not have in my life.  I have been struggling with changing this for a few years now.  This trip is part of this.  I am scared to take off to a foreign country all by myself and try to make all the things happen that has to happen to be able to walk the Camino.  I have traveled a lot but always with others (in foreign countries).  There was a sense of safety with another person along, whether it is true or not I believed it.  But now I am going to hit 3 countries and walk all by myself and find my way by myself.  I am scared I will walk so slow that the Albergues will be full by the time I reach them and then I am scared I will have to sleep on the ground outside by myself with nothing but a sleeping bag.  More stuff running around my head and creating subconscious belief systems and messing up my life.

Sunday I visited the Unity Church here in Ft Collins.  They have a hilarious minister named Lynn.  She keeps you in stitches as she shares each week.  This week she talked about the time in her life when she was lost in negative thinking.  Hummm  synchronicity?!  Well she told the story of her dumping all her stuff on a minister friend and at the end of her tirade the minister looked away from her towards the window and smiling said. "O look, the geese are flying."  And, she just smiled and continued to enjoy the geese flying over head.  Lynn said it took her a bit to get what she was trying to teacher her.  But suddenly she understood the the minister was trying to tell her to refocus.  Something about her story and all the laughter, it hit home.  I am now practicing re focusing every time I think a negative thought or I hear a negative thought.  If this works I will be slim, trim, vibrant, healthy, youthful and athletic by spring and will have income, time to take the walk and a special man in my life.  I don't want much do I?  Smile.  It is about time I get some good loving in my life.

Buen Camino
b