Sunday, May 24, 2015

"Softly Singing....."

I'm not sure when I noticed, but on a solo scramble, at some point amidst that long climb, I found myself softly singing...
There didn't seem to be a lot of words to this tune, only a bit of melody there as well. But isn't it amazing my Friends, when we discover ourselves doing this kind of thing out within the trials of our adventures.
We are surely happy within our efforts.
It was indeed a different mountain scramble, with challenging route finding and exposure, and a much longer day than I had expected.
Yet the harder it got, the more rhythm I seemed to find within me - just singing & humming softly in those special ways we all know and share in from out there.
I believe this was likely more about contentment and spirit, than any attempt at distraction from the efforts. Although that in itself can be a useful technique for keeping going.
I think it was later on the summit, when I began to realize what those sounds, this elusive music and words meant.
I was just so happy back then to be there, just so appreciative that I still could adventure so after these long years, and with my health challenges.
Then I started that even more daunting descent, simply, quietly, singing softly to myself..... DSD
Thank you for your images my Friends.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

"Deciphering The Stone..."

"I close my eyes. The rock takes on a deep texture. Grooves and lips I haven't noticed before emerge under my fingers. I sweep slowly and begin to construct a mental map of the rock. There is so much here than I ever realized... I'm consumed by deciphering the stone, as if its story is here in Braille...".  J. Auld

Friday, May 22, 2015

"Many Paths..."

"Many paths lead to the summit. But it takes a whole body to get there. We are all trying to get to the summit, and there are many valid paths leading to the top. Of course, the view and terrain on one side of the mountain will differ from the other, but the summit is identical no matter what your approach. Whatever your path, all that matters is that you commit yourself totally to following it. As long as we all climb, each from our own direction, we will reach the summit...". D. Ming-Dao

Thursday, May 21, 2015

"I Found..."

"I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in...".  J. Muir

"A Pebble Thrown..."

"I feel as though I found meaning while walking in the woods... A pebble thrown into a pond creates ripples of water which sends ripples into the air and so on and so forth... This rippling effect followed me back into society and strengthened my beliefs in the interconnectedness of all things. It boosted my beliefs that people must be good to each other, as the ripples aren't just in the water, but in the conversations and actions we have with each other...".  S. Haraldson

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

"Sando....."

"It is the Way of the mountain... The Japanese affix the suffix 'do' to the names of arts. 'Do' usually translates as the 'Way'. 'San' can be used to mean mountain. I decided to create a new word, 'Sando', as meaning the Way of the Mountain. I bow towards the mountain, and whisper Sando to the wind, hoping it will carry all the way to the summit...".  N. Shulman

Sunday, May 17, 2015

"Mountains Never Likely To Climb..."

Quite some time ago I rediscovered an old passage that told the story of an Elder who planted countless trees during her life. In later years she was still doing so even though most of these trees, she would never see mature, nor would likely ever sit under and enjoy their shade after such efforts...
I was reminded of an adventure experience of our own from ages ago that happened during those impressionable, open eyed, early years we all pass through and often try and hang on to.
We met an Elder, back then, who was labouring upon a newer trail bearing towards a valley and mountain range seldom seen. Clearly, the trail would be needed as the possibilities therein for hiking, scrambling, and climbing were many and so intriguing. Ours was likely one of the earliest groups to wander in that remote area, and we were all surprised by our encounter with this trail steward. His age seemed very advanced to ones so young as us, and I smile today when I think I am likely older now than he was back then - but his efforts and strength were drawn from a unique passion, a sense of dedication, a powerful commitment, and were not diminished by any typical chronological measure.
Still, that Old Man of the Mountains was working that day upon the beginnings of a potentially very long trail, one that he may never have seen completed, might never have really trekked upon himself, towards a mountain range he would never likely climb among...
I have pondered in that timeless way we all do, over those moments we shared with him during our break that day. Our focus was on the distance, our efforts were to get further out there, and we were not wondering much about what we were standing upon then nor who we were sharing the ground with.
Yet I carried that image of him with me throughout our adventures out there the following weeks. There was just something about him. There was a substance to what he was achieving that I had not touched yet, a reflection of commitments and adventures of another kind...
He is surely hiking other paths and climbing higher places of spirit now.
That trail he was creating back then is used today by many each season, as they journey towards mountains he never likely climbed.
I wonder if they can feel his presence out there as they pass over the ground he prepared and passed forward to us. I sincerely hope so.....
DSD 
 

"Simply Because..."

 

'To those people in the huts and villages of half the globe struggling to break the bonds of mass misery, we pledge our best efforts to help them help themselves, for whatever period is required, not because others may be doing it, not because we seek any votes, but because it is right. If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich...'.  J.F. Kennedy

Saturday, May 16, 2015

"Remember, Again And Again..."

"Remember, again and again, that the true journey is into the undiscovered land of your own imagination, which you could not have explored any other way than through these adventures, with gratitude in your satchel, and compassion for all you see as your touchstone...".  P. Cousineau