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Overcoming My Fear of Heights, Sort of, But Not Really.

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Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt is, “high/low.”

I am not a fan of heights. That’s a nice way of saying I have a fear of heights, or rather a fear of falling from a high place. Was it an anxious mother or something wired into my brain? I suppose it would be a good adaptation for a child to be born with. But if you’re born with it, it’s not an adaptation, except for the species.

I’ve pushed myself outside my comfort zone doing an outdoor adventure ropes course, walking on a wire in a harness. Loved the zip line once I trusted the equipment. But most heights are not a natural high for me. One exception is if I’m jumping into water. In my early twenties, I flirted with becoming a lifeguard  being trained by a lifeguard who was sort of flirting with me. I didn’t follow through on it, because I was in my twenties and….got distracted easily. But I did get to jump off of a diving platform that was about ? 35 feet high. That’s just a guess. I was scared at first, but knowing the water would catch me, it turned out to be exhilarating.

Water is my friend. The earth is my friend. My natural highs are mostly low to the ground. Water envelopes me, like in the womb maybe. It cools my fire sign – Sagittarius. I’ve always wanted to go caving, and loved scuba diving in my twenties. So quiet and peaceful down there.

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I sometimes wonder what I’d do if I HAD to walk across one of those swinging bridges, miles above a crocodile-filled river. The kind of bridge with old wooden slats you can see in  between.  The only way I could do it would be to not look down. That’s what I’ve learned.  I walked on the “Mile High Swinging Bridge” at Grandfather Mountain in NC once.  Looking down made me feel nauseous. I was okay as long as I only looked where I was putting my feet, and held on to the railing. And nobody made the bridge swing. And there was no wind. Then it was a piece of cake. I was happy to get to the last step and onto solid rock.

I do like to look out across the mountain tops from a good solid piece of earth.

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No outcroppings. No dangling my feet over the edge. (Unless there’s deep water below and no crocs.)

My natural highs are earthy. Riding horses. Swimming.  I don’t mind deep water I know will hold me.  Digging in the dirt. Re-arranging plants and seedlings. And dark chocolate.  Let’s not forget that! Watching sunsets. Colored glass. Singing – especially figuring out harmonies and getting them to blend. Getting a massage. Soft, steady caresses that take me to a trance.

These are things that would tend to keep my blood pressure low which it normally is. My husband on the other hand, likes to fly. He wants to re-certify his pilot’s license. He tends to have high blood pressure. He is not fond of swimming. But he goes into the ocean with me, even though he’d rather be in the sky. Some day, I’ll go flying with him.

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(The first two photos are from Pixabay. The last two are from me. )

The Saturday Stream of Consciousness is brought to you by Linda at:

https://lindaghill.com/2017/08/04/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-aug-517/

Stop by Linda’s blog for more takes on high/low.

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Here are the SoCS rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


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Awesome Stories 330

Of course he had me with “Tree Communication,” but all these are awesome stories worth a look! I’m thankful for each of them.

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This week Awesome Stories brings you dancing to freedom, tree communication, remarkable kids, and a legacy of reform.

Dancing to Freedom

This is a remarkable story of perseverance. Refugee Ahmad Joudeh uses dance to create messages of peace. He has persevered beyond what most of us can imagine. Dancing is taboo in his native country of Syria. He was beaten by his own father, locked in rooms, threatened, and ridiculed, and yet he persevered. After a reporter made a documentary about him, the Dutch National Balet reached out to him and helped him immigrate to join their dance company. Today he uses his freedom to share messages of peace, gratitude, and unity with his world-wide family.

Remarkable Kids

 As we try to shelter and protect them, we discover that kids are remarkably resilient and that the things that help us to cope are often the very things that make challenges more…

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Tree Limbs > Limbo Rock > Limbo Tree

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Okay, so you probably know I’m a tree-hugger. Literally. I hug trees. Not all the time, but when the feeling comes to me, more so in the winter when there are less likely to be bugs crawling on the trees, but sometimes when a hurricane is coming. It’s quite possible that some people in my neighborhood think of me as the “crazy tree lady.” They would if they knew how I feel. But maybe they can tell because I probably have more trees surrounding my little urban cottage than anyone else in the neighborhood.

It’s not like I never trim them. I do occasionally lop off a limb here and there. Back when I used to work with a lot of court ordered clients in my old job, privacy was very important to me, and I planted extra trees in front of my house. Several years ago, more like many years ago as time flies, I planted a cedar out on the city easement in front of my house in between the oak tree and the crepe myrtle. It started out as a little thing, a rescued seedling. Now it’s large, maybe 20 feet tall and sits right in line with my front door, with wide arms like a sentry, joining forces, and probably roots, with the oak and the crepe myrtle. On the outside is a little mimosa I planted and a sassafras which volunteered, and I let it stay. These five trees line up on a strip of earth about 50 feet long in front of my house between the sidewalk and the road. Maybe you think that’s crazy. And to be honest, I wish I’d pulled up that sassafras and moved it when it was little. And now that I’m not paranoid anymore about my privacy, I wish I never planted the cedar in the middle.

But I love the cedar, cause I love trees. I’ve trimmed back some of the limbs that scrape the  cars when we park them on the street and the ones that wack people in the face. There’s one more limb I need to trim because when it rains, the weight of the water brings it down to my face, otherwise it’s a reasonable height.  I’m going to have my husband cut that limb in the winter when I  think maybe the tree is sleeping. That’s when I will, might, pull up the little oak seedlings, when their sleeping. Better yet, I’ll have someone else do it.

In the meantime, maybe I’ll play limbo with the cedar arm that lowers to my face level in the rain. Remember limbo?  The idea is to go under the limbo stick without turning your head. Form a line when the stick is high and after everyone has gone under, the stick is lowered. If you fall backwards, or touch the stick, you’re out. This was a popular party game and PE exercise in the late 60s. I wasn’t that good at it, but it was still fun. You had to be limber to win.

Here’s the song that went with the game:

In listening to the song, I heart “limbo tree,” and looked that up. There’s actually a gumbo limbo tree with bark that looks like irritated, peeling skin. The bark of the tree has medicinal properties that are good for skin irritations. Hmmm. Isn’t that interesting? A coincidence? I think not.

 

Today’s prompt for Saturday Stream of Consciousness was, “limb.”

Find out other ways “limb” enters the stream of consciousness by visiting our host, Linda Hill at:

https://lindaghill.com/2017/07/28/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-2917/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


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Cicada Serenade in Moonlight

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The symphony of cicadas, crickets, and frogs rose and reminded me I was not alone. The clouds parted, and the moon illuminated the grass where I stood and bathed my whole body. I moved so that my face was shadowed, so I could see the moon without being blinded, and breathed deeply of the warm night air. Then, stepping back into the light, I closed my eyes, arms lifted out beside me, palms open.

“God, help me trust you.”

It’s going to be okay, is what I heard.

Journal entry: 8/25/07

The moon tells me not to worry.

Her light reflects the love of God.

She knows I am a child of God,

And a child of the Earth

I am richly blessed.

 

(The above is an excerpt from Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again.)

 


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Awesome Stories 328

“Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” ~ Albert Einstein.

I found this awesome quote along with Brad’s “Awesome Stories” about people working for the greater good – stories always worth reading!

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This week Awesome Stories brings you solutions to create better buildings that protect our precious planet like bio-concrete, eco-friendly hardware, solar smiles and slowing down.

Bio-Concrete

Henk Jonkers, of the Delft University of Technology, in the Netherlands, has come up with a new concrete that heals itself with bacteria. Concrete is a very alkaline, dry, harsh environment. Jonkers choose bacillus bacteria because they thrive in alkaline conditions and produce spores that can survive for decades without food or oxygen. The bacteria and calcium lactate are added to the concrete creating a limestone producing mix embedded within the concrete. The bacteria is dormant until cracks form, allowing water in to activate the bacteria which feed on the calcium to create new limestone that fills the cracks. This could be the future of building technology. Professor Jonkers is also working on creating a mix that can be sprayed onto old, cracked concrete to…

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Simple Pleasures of Water and Sunset

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I’m thankful for a nice visit with my son and his girlfriend who came down from the mountains Tuesday.  After a swim in the ocean, we walked around the south end of the island to relax in the intracoastal waterway and watch the sunset. My son who’s in his 30s, and my daughter, who’s in her 20s, played in the water like when they were kids fascinated by the tiny clams they found in the wet sand.

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You can let go of worries and

open your heart

when you immerse yourself in a natural body of water

under the beauty of a setting sun.

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