Watch it – You’ll want to join me on the PCT!!!
“It’s impossible.” said pride.
“It’s risky.” said experience.
“It’s pointless.” said reason.
“Give it a try.” whispered the heart
The Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) is a 2,660-mile national scenic trail that runs from Mexico to Canada through California, Oregon and Washington. The PCT traverses 24 national forests, 37 wilderness areas and 7 national parks. The PCT passes through 6 out of 7 of North Americas ecozones.
I’m planning to walk/hike/crawl the whole thing starting in Mexico mid April and hopefully ending before my 70th birthday in Canada on the 6th of October.
I’m seeing out my 60′s in a way that I may remember in my 90′s. I’ll think back fondly on it the same way I now think back on my time in London and Oxford, 1978 – 1984, studying the violin and practicing Buddhism. It was a long time ago but I do remember I had a blast and learned a lot about myself and my world.
I also think back fondly on my time swimming with wild dolphins in 2003. I did that to learn what there is to learn by doing that. That is exactly why I am hiking the PCT, to learn what there is to learn in doing that.
I have had issues with my back ever since age 12 or 13 when I got kicked down a steep slope by a donkey while on a pack trip. I’ve lived with it being everywhere from sort of okay most of the time, to completely debilitating for long stretches ever since.
Finally I am old enough, thank you Medicare, to afford to get physical therapy. It has opened a whole new world! I think my current obsession with hiking the PCT comes from all within me that has been tamped down by pain and the threat of pain all these years wanting to bust loose for a change! I’m still not totally 100% and maybe never will be, but I’m sure to the point that I’m ready to bust out of this chair!
So that’s my story. That’s how I’m spending the next 10 months of my life, getting ready for and doing the PCT. If you would like to follow me in my journey I will be keeping a journal here Postholer.Com/scottfree2b with the blow by blow action.
Sometimes people feel that recognizing the truth of suffering conditions a pessimistic outlook on life, that somehow it is life-denying. Actually, it is quite the reverse. By denying what is true, for example, the truth of impermanence, we live in a world of illusion and enchantment. Then when circumstances change in ways we don’t like, we feel disappointed, angry, or bitter. The Buddha expressed the liberating power of seeing the unreliability of conditions. “All that is subject to arising is subject to cessation. Becoming disenchanted one becomes dispassionate. Through dispassion the mind is liberated.”
It’s telling that in English “disenchanted,” “disillusioned,” and dispassionate” often have a negative connotation. But looking more closely at their meaning reveals their connection to freedom. Becoming disenchanted means breaking the spell of enchantment, waking up into a greater and fuller reality. This is the happy ending of so many great myths and fairy tales. Being disillusioned is not the same as being disappointed or discouraged. It is a reconnection with what is true, free of illusion. And “dispassionate” does not mean indifference or lack of vital energy for living. Rather, it is the mind of great openness and equanimity, free of grasping. — Joseph Goldstein, from One Dharma
Thanks MONICA CASSANI @BeyondMeds
SEPTEMBER 26, 2013 BY ADMIN
By Laura K. Kerr
The Red Book has been described as Jung’s creative response to the threat of madness, yet it has also been seen as a deliberate exercise in self-analysis. I believe it’s likely both. When creating The Red Book, Jung knew he was on the verge of madness, and he also knew his analytical skills and expertise as a psychiatrist were his best chance at alleviating suffering, if not creating the conditions for transformation.
Summer rain brings scents so so delicious
I can only breathe in and in and in and in
Expelling air only to clear the way
To breathe in and in and in again
I would like to die during a summer rain
With windows open, thunder clapping and that scent
That sweet sweet scent as my last breath
Click on photo for full impact. Photo by Troy Snow