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Old Songs, Natural Highs, and my New Favorite Hiking Trail

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Linda says our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is a little complicated. Yes, but just a little which makes it interesting.

The prompt is: “song.” First, we find a picture–the closest one to us. Then we write about the “lyrics of the first song that comes to mind when we look at the picture.”    and as always, “Have fun!”

When I read the prompt, I was laying in bed after having driven the six hours from the mountains, though I think the trip took about seven hours because I stopped a lot to stretch the crinkles out of my old bones. The closest picture was a print I bought from Amanda Clark who is my favorite contemporary artist. She paints lots of earthy, whimsical, trees, bunnies, foxes, angels. The print I have made me think of the song, Blue Moon. But I just put that song in a post so I looked to my right and saw the painting I did in high school from a photo in National Geographic.

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I’m pretty sure the photo was taken of the rocky mountains. Though it might be somewhere like the Alps. I added the fairy mist coming over the ridge a few years ago.  In high school I had a dream of going to the Rocky Mountains, so naturally, I thought of John Denver’s “Rocky Mountain High” whenever I look at this painting.

I was kinda obsessed with this song when I was in high school and the whole ecology movement. I thought I was going to be born again when I went to the rocky mountains. I’ve never  been though. I’m not sure if I will ever go, though I hope to go to the Pacific Northwest if this virus ever makes interstate travel safe.

Still, I have a little house in the North Carolina Mountains and a little house near the Carolina Coast. The last song I heard coming back home to the coast on around 6pm on my oldies station was “O-o-h Child.”  This song came out in 1970 and has been a big part of my life, especially during hard times, ever since.  I would sing this song to myself when I was lonely and didn’t know if I’d ever find love again. I sang it to myself when my job was driving me crazy and during my darkest years when I wondered if life was worth living.  I sang it to my daughter during her difficult teenage years.

And you know what? It worked! Things did get easier. Hard times still came and went, and maybe they always will. But today, after many years, things are much better and easier than they were 20 years ago.  Dreams have come true. Maybe not exactly like I thought, but I have a man who loves me and supports me in so many ways. I’m retired, and I get to paint and write and putter in the yard.

I’ve never been to the Rocky Mountains, but on Wednesday I went on the most wonderful hike in the Appalachian Mountains. I got a Blue Ridge Mountain High for sure. There’s a river not far from our mountain house that I am falling in love with. I’ve just got to share some photos with you!

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Name that fungus!

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I love this river!
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Just enough challenge to make it interesting.

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… and worth the effort!

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PS: I impulsively clicked to go to the new block editor while working on this so who knows how it will turn out. It’s like learning WP all over again! :/

I need to learn how to make one of those collages.

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Good News Tuesday: Bystanders, A Man of Peace, and Teamwork on the Trail

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Seeking Balance One Tuesday at a Time

 

Bystander Myth Debunked – People Help Each Other

New research confirms my belief that the larger the crowd, the more potential helpers there are. “The study finds that in nine out of 10 incidents, at least one bystander intervened, with an average of 3.8 interveners.” The abstract from American Psychologist stated that “typically several” people will help. The old “bystander effect” myth was apparently started by research done in a laboratory and possibly reports of unfortunate but exceptional incidents. The new study used data from surveillance videos of arguments or assaults in the three large and diverse cities of Amsterdam, Cape Town, and Lancaster, England and found no significant differences in helping between these cities.

It suggests that people are willing to self-police to protect their communities and others. That’s in line with the research of urban criminologist Patrick Sharkey, who finds that stronger neighborhood organizations, not a higher quantity of policing, have fueled the Great Crime Decline.

You can read more about the study published in American Psychologist in this article from Citylab

Honoring A Man of Peace and Harmony

“An 83-year-old Muslim cleric who hid 262 Christians (and Muslims) in his home and mosque during an attack in central Nigeria” was honored Wednesday in Washington. The Imam, Abubakar Abdullahi, < (click his name for a moving interview) along with four religious leaders from Sudan, Iraq, Brazil and Cyprus, were awarded the 2019 the International Religious Freedom Award. Here’s the story from CNN.

“God had a reason for creating us as diverse humans. No one has a reason to question the existence of the other. If God had wanted otherwise, he would have created us the same. We must embrace the diversity that God has created and strive to live in peace with each other everywhere in the world…. God wants us to live together in peace…. We should all respect one another. Follow the rules and be selfless advocates for peace.”

Imam, Abubakar Abdullahi

On the Trail

Melanie was born with spina bifida and uses a wheelchair to get around. Trevor became blind recently due to glaucoma. They both live in Colorado and met in an adaptive adaptive boxing class. What a wonderful adventure it must have been to realize they could hike together as a team! She’s the eyes; he’s the legs. Check it out!

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The Trail’s Calling Me

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As I sit writing this, comfortable in my bed, I would like to drift off to sleep, to dream…

But some day, I’m going to BLAZE a trail again. I’m going to put one foot in front of the other and find my hiking rhythm with the trees going by, fresh and green, pine needles under foot, senses all open to everything at once. My breath comes strong and steady with my legs working like they were made to work. The air feels crisp and pungent with life. I am part of that life, part of the forest, part of creation. The path ahead beckons to me. Will there be deer? Will it rain? Will the sun set before I get back home? I don’t care! I am here now, ready, alive. I approach Sugarloaf, the giant sand dune of oaks and pines, and climb up. My breathing becomes harder. My legs start to ache, but I am strong. I am alive! I reach the top. My heart beats faster, blood flowing where it needs to go, opening my arteries, clearing out the gunk.

I survey the slope descending to the river and remember how my children used to run down the hill to the water. Sometimes they’d roll down and get all sandy. Sand everywhere. But it didn’t matter because they laughed. I ran down that hill myself a few times. Now they have it fenced off to protect the hill, prevent erosion. To be careful. I could run down the hill anyway. But, now, I’m 62. I could break something.

I take the path down to the river. Not exactly running, but with a light step and a quick pace, aware of the turns and the places to put my feet so I don’t fall. I reach the water and run in. Clothes and all. It’s cold! And I am alive again.

Someday, I’ll go on that hike again. Someday, maybe I’ll hike on the Appalachian Trail. I best better start practicing by walking around the block to the park in my neighborhood.

Here are more pictures of my beloved maritime forest. It’s been too long since I set foot there.

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Me and Doodle on top of Sugarloaf

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A mushroom has found shelter on the dune.

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There are not many hills around here, so this is special.

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Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt from Linda Hill was, “movement.” But we were not to use the word, “movement,” just choose some sort of movement and write about it.

For more information on the Saturday Stream of Consciousness, visit:

https://lindaghill.com/2018/01/26/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-daily-prompt-jan-27th-2018/

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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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Dale Sanders, 82, Completed the Appalachian Trail

On October 26, 2017, Dale (Grey Beard) Sanders, became the oldest person to complete the Appalachian Trail at age 82. I’m sharing two videos telling his story.  The first is about him on the trail. His enthusiasm for life makes me smile all the way down to my toes.

 

And here’s the big finish:

I am inspired! Maybe I’ll hike part of the AT some day. Who knows, maybe more than part! Anything’s possible!

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