Attempted Crisis Management: Alone in the Cascades

May 11, 2019

There’s this meditation guru who says, “if you are breathing there’s actually more right with you than wrong with you.”

My wellness Dr asked me to think about what it would be like to wake up one morning as just myself. Not Veronica the artist, the mother, the daughter, the partner. Take all the identity stuff and strip it away.
Can you do that in your mind for yourself?
Strange, right? And frightening.
It’s like taking off all your armour and then all your make-up and then all your clothes.
It’s protection, right?

In this cute little tourist town, there are all these cute little shops with cute little touristy things, and I saw this flowery sign which reads, “Grow Where You’re Planted”.

I’m thinking about that sign a lot these days. Like when I hiked pass this log. It’s a banquet table for some squirrel or chipmunk who strips the seeds from the pines and scatters the remains around. Or maybe the wind blows them somewhere.

And the seeds are watered and then they sprout and makes the best of the situation and grow…

I was hiking thru these beautiful forests of huge douglas firs and ponderosa pines. Strikingly majesting 200ft tall trees.
Are they the lucky ones or did they try harder than the rest?

Below a bridge across the Icicle River is a small rock island and on that island is a ponderosa pine.
He will probably never reach his potential. Or maybe he has. Maybe that’s his potential.
I stood on the bridge looking down and wondering what is keeping him grounded. Wondering if he ever thinks of letting go and allowing the icy lullaby to put him to rest.
Wondering if he ever laments his fate; his cross to bear for being blown onto this wretched rock.
Maybe he’s connected to the rest of the forest somehow thru the rock.
Maybe the rest of the forest helps keep his spirits up.
Maybe he doesn’t have spirits, feelings. Maybe he’s ok with that.

I can pretty much guarantee I’d let go if I was that tree.
Good thing I don’t have to grow where I’m planted.

I’m not sure what I’m getting at, but I’ll keep thinking on it for a few days and knocking it around.

Hiked: 17.5 miles
Ate: Schnitzel
Read: Eaten By a Giant Clam by Joseph Cummins, and I Am Her Tribe by Danielle Doby

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7 Comments

  • Reply Robert Frank Gasch May 12, 2019 at 12:29 am

    There is more right with you, than wrong with you. Look back at all the things that you have been through and accomplished. Our Lord is always by your side. What a wonderful mind you have, Veronica. With a strong will to survive. Things are tough, but you are tougher! Love you, Sweet Lady.

  • Reply Debra She Who Seeks May 12, 2019 at 5:14 am

    I’m sorry to read that you’re going through hard times at the moment, Veronica. Stay strong, walk through the pain, and you will emerge on the other side, I know.
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  • Reply daryl May 12, 2019 at 6:00 am

    and took some amazing photos .. i think that tree hangs on because its a woman not a man .. or for sure it would have let go

  • Reply Susan May 12, 2019 at 12:49 pm

    Wishing you peace, joy and wellness. Convening with nature always has a way of bringing peace and calm to any situation. Your photographs are superb. They capture the wonders of nature. Thinking of you as you travel this path. Never question the wonders of VR!

  • Reply Kerstin May 14, 2019 at 2:16 pm

    I think that shabby little pine is so lucky because he obviously doesn’t care what people think of his appearance and he has a waterfront view!
    Beautiful pictures!
    Yay schnitzel!

  • Reply Shammy May 16, 2019 at 4:03 am

    I think being in the mountains is good for the soul, but being by yourself for too long is not.

  • Reply Julie@frogpondfarm May 18, 2019 at 9:54 am

    Hello my friend .. thinking of you and sending love.

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